Thursday Ramblings

I've been busy in the front garden with the help of Colin, my friend, who I know from school. He has made a great job of the borders and I have, at last, planted my 3 yellow roses and lavender.

I only mowed the lawns Sunday, but they look as if the need doing again. They will have to wait, as I have more planting to do. Not sure whether to go on the Higgins walk tomorrow,  as might be aching too much after my efforts today.  It depends on how I feel in the morning. I haven't been for two weeks running due to the awful weather and flipping painful sciatica. Thankfully, the latter seems much better, as is the weather!

I think Paul would be pleased to see the front looking tidier, plus the new roses, as he loved them, as I do.

I saw a lady yesterday who used to live in the village and she asked me how he was. She felt awful when I told her he died last November.

I expect this will happen  quite frequently.. ❤

Alone

Alone in a crowd

People talking out loud

No one notices you're there.

You feel utter despair

Too polite to complain,

Feeling weak with disdain

Your views never heard

Maybe they're too absurd?

So you pen them instead

And hope they'll be read.

Others talking so loud

You feel alone in a crowd.

How I feel sometimes!

Dad

I thought I saw you in town.
The back of your head, the familiar cap.
Your pipe, with those constant billows of smoke.
The accompanying cough.
But of course it wasn't you.
You had left years ago.


Not by choice, of course.
You didn't have a choice.
The awful disease saw to that.
I still miss you so much.
So when I saw the back of his head
and that familiar cap; I was sure it was you.
But of course it wasn't.
How could it be?