Last year I wrote this… I have returned once more to here:
It suddenly feels like spring agian. The sun is shining, the birds woke me up early with their chirrping, and the world seems greener. The saying goes, that the grass is always greener on the other side but it seems pretty green for me here at the moment. That doesnt mean that life is perfect, there are still leaves from autumn everywhere, the grass is wild and hedge’s overgrown, but its a content state of out of control ness, if that makes sense in any way?
so how is the garden of your life? im enjoying the sring coming in the midst of the discombobulating chaos.