The sun shone in a clear blue sky and our hills looked stunning, basking in its warmth.
My spring flowers were scenting the air with the delicate perfume of narcissus and grape hyacinth. Yesterday I saw my first swallow - just one. Yes, I know that doesn't make it summer but it bodes well and gives a positive lift, telling us that all is well with the natural world.
My sister spent time in her garden too - its hers now but was Dad's so it's filled with such good vibes, making it a treasured place to be. She sent me a photo of the delicate blue forget-me-nots, Dad's favourites, growing down at the bottom of the garden where we always feel so close to that wonderful man, who died twenty years ago today.
A good friend mentioned something which reminded me of this little poem:
There is always a face before me,
A voice I would love to hear,
A smile I will always remember
Of the one I loved so dear.
We cannot bring the old times back,
When we were all together,
But those we loved don't go away:
They walk with us for ever.