Lambs, buds and entwined wool
I do the same walk every day. Across a field and over to a village. I’ve watched gardens come out of hibernation and the lambs grow up. Nature and animals have been totally unaffected by what has been going on in the world. My walk is sometimes the only opportunity that I have to clear my head, think of nothing and be me.
My other world of work, home and relationships feels like a small box stuffed with a huge amount of entwined wool. I'm desperately trying to find the beginning of the thread so I can sort it out.