Suffolk May 4th 2019

George Herbert’s lines as quoted by Ronald Blythe in ‘Word from Wormingford’ gives me hope ‘And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing.’

NephewB’s naming today underneath a crazily mixed bag of sun, hail, dark clouds and intensely cold winds but we huddled under the Coleman event shelter until the sunlight suddenly wiped across the garden and the apple trees. Each person spoke from the heart and chose their words carefully for B’s future. Each promising to do their best. Uncontrived. Honest. Moving. It brought us all together like we were confirming our family ties to each other.

Met someone there I really liked instantly. It made me feel instantly self-conscious. Wanting her to like me. She has a boyfriend.

As Dad said goodbye to me just a few weeks ago, the now traditional hug but this time he just quietly said to me ‘Try and find some love’. Wise words and not the sort he’d usually share. But he’s right. I need it right now before I start to wilt.

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