Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Notions of home


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:

Sylvie said...

Oh Lucy, you kept this quiet. Love, love, love it!

Lucy May said...

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