A summer cold and lack of motivation.

 I struggle to get out of bed.    My limbs ache, my head is full of cold and I have a sore throat.

 

I open the window and take in the view.   The breeze is warm on my face.     I make a cup of lemon honey and ginger, take a quick shower and dress.   Motivation is lacking.....................

 
 I walk the garden, I do so love to see the Beech drop her leaves in Spring, ready for new growth.   I do not clear these leaves......I don't know why....I just don't.   They will be gone by Summer, either taken with the wind, or used beneath the ground by busy worms.

 As I stroll I realise I am feeling rather unwell.   A little dizzy almost.

I look at the house....it is a privilege  to live in a period property, BUT it is an absolute nightmare to maintain.   Mr P has noticed some of the timbers are rotting  and there are other issues.    I cannot think about it now.....leave that till another day.

I walk back to the house.....Nella runs towards me full of anticipation.
With a twinge of guilt I tell her no walk today, perhaps tomorrow ............................