A walk in the sunshine

August was always a month of celebration, I was born on the 6th of the month in 1966 and married on the 22nd in 1986. However when my fabulous Mother died on the 9th of August in 2013 I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. And most certainly did not feel like celebrating. As the years have ticked on I have found I miss her more each day. The telephone rings first thing in the morning and I still expect it to be my Ma. My heart aches, I yearn to sit and chat and share a story or two like we always did. There is so much I want to tell her and the best place to do this is having a blether and a walk in the sunshine.

On Saturday I took a walk in the sunshine. I walked 100 yards from our house in the beautiful sunshine. Walked my Labrador Bella up the garden and let her run free in the field. I admired the beautiful field of everlasting flowers. I sat in the field looked at the stunning carpet of purple. Dancing were several rogue vibrant red poppies. Swaying back and forth, on looking at…