When I was most unwell, unable to get outside and rarely able to see people I would lie in the depressing dinge of a house starved of natural light and dream about having a garden to sit in.
This weekend I thought back to that and counted my blessings. Over and over. And then some.
The beautiful weather on Saturday allowed us to organise a BBQ. At the beach just by my home. With wonderful company and fabulous food. Friends who not only carried everything, but helped me back and forth whenever I needed to enable me to be there with them.
Then afterwards a garden to sit in and reflect upon the day.
Today sore, tired and aching I may not be able to get out but the flat is flooded with light and I can remember. Sheer, complete bliss!