Spring arrives, scattering deadlines in its wake

The last month and a half have been fierce.  Major timetable after horrid deadline after new demands!  I know self employment is feast or famine but the last six weeks have resembled Rabelaisian gluttony.  Not that the bank manager is complaining, after several months of shortages.

There’s more than enough still to do, but for the first time in ages, my partner and I have had some time off together.  It’s a glorious spring here in England, with some of the best blossom in years.  We took the train to Melton and ambled along the river path, past Woodbridge and up through the woods before circling back into town for a good lunch of oysters and mussels washed down with organic cider.  The 1315 train brought us gently back to Ipswich and tea on what we laughingly call our lawn.

By the backdoor our abused Australian fern has bounced into life, uncurling its fronds as delicately as a baby’s eyes opening from sound sleep.

Advertisements

About Sarah Tanburn

I'm a writer, a sailor and a strategic adviser to public organisations. Visit my websites to find out more.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s