The twig

This is one of the many buds on my orange azalea , it flowers around the end of April, which is mum's birthday, it's gorgeous.

I thought I'd blip it while it still looks like a twig. It acquired a nickname when it was little, and it has stuck. I will soon be digging it up, putting it in a big pot and transferring it to a new house, where my new life will be, and the spinning will subside.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the writing yesterday.

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. ~Agatha Christie