Six in the morning, earl grey tea at the back door and a new working week unfolding like the wings of this butterfly - which I snapped at the weekend in the garden. I don't know if it survived the storm that blew through yesterday but for such fragile creatures they can be very resilient. A bit like our children, really. And now we are counting down the days when out children too are beginning to think about flying. Abbi goes back to Uni in the USA on Thursday and Dan leaves us in early September, goodness but the house will be quiet without them. We only ever get our children on loan for a few weeks before they are free to spread their wings but I hope there has been enough love and joy to encourage them to return. But still the working week unfolds and the list of things to do is already written, in pencil, in an old fashioned notebook, where each item will be ticked off as the task is accomplished, while new things will be added, for there is always something new to be done. Some bright morning, when this life is over, I'll fly away.... Icarus-like:
