Moving On
We have finally finished clearing our former home. The Hellebore is in full flower, echoing the white moon which shines overhead. It has been empty of people for almost half a year, and now it stands, with only a spider in the bath, waiting for a new family to move in. I hope they enjoy living in it, and that their joy is lasting. The Eucalyptus, an evergreen, looks into the icy pond. Its branches bowed, leaves glistening with frost. When people say "as one door closes, another one opens" I usually think "That's either clever engineering, or the architect needs to be sacked." Perhaps though, this time it is just a truism. Crocus shoots peep out from the earth, promising Spring . I watched him, locking up for the last time, without thinking about what I was seeing. I had much else going on in my head just at that moment. Looking back 24 hours later, I find tears in my eyes, and a weary pain in my heart. It was a good house, with good neighbours, and I miss liv