It’s been an awful couple of years. Left abusive marriage w DCs, got house with garden, managing to crawl along.
Xmas and NY a hellish blur of police, social services, legal advice.
Today I went into the garden and though it was frozen, there were green shoots. All from the loads of cheap but hopeful bulbs I planted in a fit of autumn determination.
Can’t describe how much joy it brought me. Hope someone else feels the same. Just wanted to share.