The bells of the ancient church just up the hill have stopped ringing. The faithful have gone in to pray.
The sun is shining and cotton wool cumulus scuds past my open window as I contemplate the chores left for me by M, who has taken the kids to Sunday School where she is helping out. The only sounds – apart from the tapping of the keyboard – are the wind soughing through the leaves of the maple tree outside, the engine of a passing light aircraft from the local airfield and birdsong.
Once the boy’s football kit is in soak and the paper littering the living room floor has been picked up and put in the recycling, the next thing is to get on the allotment and plant the courgettes, butternut squash, pumpkin and main crop seed potatoes. They’ve been awaiting my attention for over a week.
This blog has been waiting my attention since March, so I get around to things – eventually.