Why is it so much harder to bear sadness when the weather is beautiful, the Spring flowers are all in bloom and the sun is shining? When I drove into town this morning and went into the Car Park the rooks were building and making a terrible noise (and a similar mess, dropping twigs left, right and centre, which I presume they suddenly considered unsuitable for their nests).
I have Sciatica and can only hobble about. My Physiotherapist says this is because I am not allowing myself to really grieve and am therefore tense. How can I grieve for the Farmer, who suffered so much over the last two weeks and then fell asleep gently and is now at peace? Sadness and relief for his sake are my two overriding feelings.
My Physio also says that writing every day is a good way of helping myself, so I am blogging again - not sure whether that will be every day or not, we shall have to see. But for now - thank you to you all; you have helped me along the way.