I had my first ever massage today. To say it was soporific is an understatement - I went to sleep.
I think it is the first time I have truly relaxed in the last eight weeks and I am sure it did me immense good. In fact I was so relaxed when I came out that I was apprehensive about driving the ten miles or so home - but so soon got going again once I got on the road.
When I got home the little boy next day, who is seven, had drawn me a picture and left it on the kitchen table for me to find. It was a lovely surprise and it is now on the wall.
Simple things can give so much pleasure can't they?
As I put the car away in the garage I noticed how busy the swallows were, in and out of the space at the top of the barn door. Yesterday was a wet day so there will at last be mud for them to put together their nests. Flying all the way from Africa then building a nest and raising at least one brood, often two - what amazing birds they are. What a wonderful thing Nature is - and how we notice it at this time of the year.
My Clematis Montana Rubens, which for years has just grown on an old tree trunk, has decided this year that it will meander along the washing line. It looks splendid.