hedgerow

We had a set of jigsaws when I was growing up, that depicted a bit of countryside in each season. My favourite was the autumn one, for as you know I love things autumnal. As well as the blackberries, and turning leaves in the hedgerow, there were stalks of wheat and a cute fieldmouse. Yesterday Tommy returned, under the guise of doing two "short" days but I think really just cos there was way more to do than could be attempted in one day. he's lovely. He tackled more of the garden and left a pile of stuff for hedgehogs to inhabit. I got to see a family of mice that live in my garden. They are indeed cute. And just a little bit scary somehow. Having a wild patch was all well in theory, but in practice it's all a bit, well, wild, and involves animals that to be honest I'd rather just look at on the box of jigsaws.
Two friends yesterday independently suggested maybe I was looking too far forward and not allowing myself to feel the sadness in the here and now, and one suggested I treated myself. And so last night I got out my jigsaw. Not the one of the creatures, I think that's no longer in the family. But the one with all the lovely autumn trees. My girly insisted we put the heating on (she thinks the hamsters are showing signs of preparing to hibernate. blooming rodents.) And I lit some candles and read more of my latest book, set in a monastery. I do feel less hopeless today so maybe it's worked.
Hope you too get to do spirit-raising activities today. Much love people. xx