Photo Copyright: Maggie May
What could be more heavenly than the scent of violas wafting around me on a warm Spring day?
It now seems well worth the effort of planting them on in containers before the winter started.
The skies continue to be silent and it seems strange not to see any vapour trails slicing through the blue sky.
I ought to be grateful that I have no family trapped in Japan.
We take air travel for granted. It is all part and parcel of our modern life.
All it takes is for a volcano and a cloud of ash to change our whole life pattern and to cause absolute chaos everywhere.
We are having beautiful weather right now. It is just the correct temperature for me, neither too hot nor too cold. I would like it to stay like this all through the year.
My energy levels came back quite quickly after my last chemo and the itching stopped on the 6th day.
I have spent some time chopping shrubs back in the garden and generally tidying up.
There have been a few casualties during the hard winter. I lost my Japanese Maple and a small Cordyline, probably because they were in pots in a draughty place.
My Tamarisk shrub has been severely cut back but is slowly recovering. I thought it was dead until I saw the tiny new shoots springing to life. It is normally full of beautiful pink fronds by now.
Just before Christmas, during a visit to my friend, Squirrel, It was so cold and I was a bit dismayed when she insisted that I took three pots containing earth, but planted with bulbs, back home with me. They were wrapped up with tinsel but they were so heavy. The car was parked a long way off and it seemed a burden to carry them.
I sound so ungrateful, don't I?
Anyway, I am glad that she did give them to me, because..... look at the wonderful bulbs that emerged.
School has gone back and on picking up my granddaughters yesterday, I was asked by the After School Club, "When are you coming back? We need you."
Gulp.......I need more time to recover. To restore my body from the onslaught it has under gone during the last five months.
I want to forget about the hard times, I just want to be free to be me. I don't feel I need any pressure right now. I want to be normal again, between scans, anyway.
Is that too much to ask?
