Thursday, 29 March 2012
The sun shines, it is unseasonably hot, I am in cotton and sandals, in March, and disinclined to do very much at all.
The cats seek sun, then shade; the garden grows.
My heart is full; I am in love with my life.
.....except that I woke up today with a clump of flea bites at my waist.
I have nothing much to do except to deal with the seven furry donors of the fleas, who were all treated (at great expense) exactly a month ago, to wash bedding, and in a leisurely manner, to prepare lentil and halloumi salad and new potatoes for dinner.
Despite the itching, life remains astonishingly, overwhelmingly joyful.
Posted by rachel at 16:50