suns shining through kitchen window and im thinking springs on its way,, daffs new growth.. easter, me, looking foward to a new beginning.. ive gotta imagine it.. out.. breathing fresh spring air..lungfulls.. summer days in the garden reading looking towards durham.. class..

walks in the park with meg looking over meadof industrial est. the ind est, is very open.and theres a wind that comes whistling up the bank through the park its awesome.
bringing all the different smells of whichever season it is at the time..

I think i cry now cos of all the things ive gone through in life, its coming out now, i,m usually too stressed to cry, ive never cried since i was 16...truth, i just couldnt. its never been my thing weeping, ive had to be the strong one.. the mother,
but sometimes i turn into the little child..

think you have to come to crisis point before you realise things have to change..
its change..