A tangle of words and emotions

I lost my second grandfather last night.  I hadn’t seen him for ten years.  I’m overflowing; full of complicated sentimentality. Upset and nostalgic. Resentful and regretful.

The rain is falling hard.  The washing is still hanging - awry - on the line.  There are fallen rose petals all over the lawn.  The wisteria is almost over.  Overwhelming petrichor in the air mingles with the sweet dizzy scent of the roses.

The boys went back to school early this morning.  None of them with a backwards glance.

The first draft of Silver Linings (Book II of my trilogy) is ready to go to my editor but I’m terrified to send it. Maybe just another read through?

The woodpecker is on the bird feeder. 

My last girl, the last runner duck of six, the lone survivor, is quacking relentlessly on the lake.  Wondering where her family have gone.

Sparky is banging crossly on his stable door.  He wants to go back out to the field but he’s not allowed.  He’s had his full of too much Spring grass.

The dogs lie in a jumbled criss-cross of long and short limbs.  Huddling for warmth against the Aga.  The sunshine has gone and the house is very quiet.  Feels like Winter again.