Clickety-click Diary #66 – Storytelling

Waking up this morning, I found out it was the afternoon. Leaping out of bed with all the joy of a weekend in front of me, I quickly ran into the hazy wall of an unexpected hangover.

It was there lurking while I was in bed, chasing away the morning with turns and eye-cheating -lids – a blissful Saturday morning with nothing much to do.

This is a change- dear reader. I have spent Saturday mornings cowering in terror at the abyss of empty opportunity in front of me, but not this. I was doing nothing, and happy. I believe this is my favoured state.

Garden

Today was the soft rhythm of a feeling of a day. Tea took on its own taste again and grass throbbed with its own growing. You could hear it as you listened, three-quarters of an inch from the ground.

Garden is very big, and flowers doing their best to fill it up – jostling for room and competition for the bees.