I’m sitting doing nothing for a bit. The soft rain tickles my hands as the wind blows it my way. The sun beams through the rain clouds when it can, and warms my face. It’s not cold. I’m wearing my mum’s knitted cardigan. The dog is keeping me company. He won’t leave my side.
The rose bush pokes me in the head. reminding me it needs a cut. It creaks against the wooden panels it grows up, the cable ties won’t control it much longer.
There’s Dandelions everywhere. They litter the path, the flower beds, the lawn. There’s fresh ginger tea on the side that I made from scratch. Maybe tonight I’ll make Dandelion tea and tomorrow they will be gone. It helps me feel good, helps my joints and keeps my blood pressure down. Who knows how.
The world provides its own remedies. It reminds me. I have life. I have freedom. My heart may be heavy, but my mind has peace. I am able to sit amongst the dandelions.
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