This morning, on my way back to the house after visiting my hens, I came across a chameleon walking up our driveway. As I sat on the verge and watched it disappear into one of our liquidambar trees, I was quite overwhelmed by an incredible sense of privilege. I honestly cannot think of a better way to spend a Saturday morning than communing with my chickens (they love me, what more can I say) and enjoying the wildlife in my garden.
Since the wedding celebrations and Kiera’s departure for America, I have to confess that I have been a bit down in the dumps. I have languished in front of the telly, stuffing my face with all sorts of things that I know are not good for me and have not been paying attention, goddammit, to the world around me. But I think I am slowly coming right. And what helps me more than anything is this wonderful world that surrounds me.