Uniquely you

Oooo look at you

My list of chores is thick this morning, and all I want to do is fiddle around in my gardens.

Every day this week these little tulips in this patch have surprised me with a different colour, and now a new shape.

When I step into the garden it’s like the universe slows. Time softens from being such a concrete baracade around me, crushing in.

My soul quickens, and responsibility moves out of focus, life feels free without a care.