Such a busy week.
Outside once again with the puppies this evening, I’m so tired, I’m operating largely on sensation.
I walk through wet grass, feeling it tickle my bare feet through my sandals. A much-needed warm breeze brushes my arms, even hours after sunset. Bats flit through trees. Tiny lambs peer curiously through the gate to their field-home.
I come back to a cosy home, the last few chores and a welcome cup of tea before snuggling into bed with my partner.
My space. My neighbours. My land. My loved ones.