Passing time

It’s another gobsmackingly lovely day with warmth in the sunshine. After a good stomp on the cliffs with my dog and a friend, I’ve returned home full of enthusiasm for the day ahead. Our chat included social media and email, the immediacy of it and how it didn’t exist when we were teenagers. It’s never been easier to keep in touch with people (you have to positively make an effort to lose touch) but I do miss receiving fat envelopes of hand-written, newsy letters. It’s all so quick these days (and sometimes a little superficial). I love the contrast of working in the garden – the joy of planting tiny seeds and waiting for leaves to peek out of the soil; the anticipation of watching for spring bulbs to burst with their jewel-like colours. Sometimes it’s good to have to wait.