A bitter weekend took me home to Lincolnshire. Winter creeps through the cracks in the door, long cross country train journeys are welcomed with warming roast dinners and sweet baby breath. Time ticks on as decisions are made, smiles reappear as tears dry up, tolerance develops and hearts evolve, leaves turn while weekends become memories that refuse to linger. Learning to love is priority, trying to forgive is essential. November afternoon sun becomes a medicine.
2 comments:
Oh Lucy, you kept this quiet. Love, love, love it!
Oh Sylvie thanks. You too are a dark horse. I'll be visiting your lovely blog for famous banana bread recipes, be sure of that! x
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