Twinkle

Everything changes.

Yesterday we had to chop down Harley's Tree where our cats are buried. The poor tree was about to fall over after the winds and take out half the garden. We lashed it with the washing line and went at it with a hand axe. after 53 shouts of Timber, it fell after 45 minutes.

And missed all important things. Including Misssy and Indy and Santa's Wife.

Today I had my first ever shot of a chainsaw. Yup. Terrifying and exciting. The garden looks bigger and emptier now, and I am a little melancholic. But everything changes.

Buddhists speak of Anicca. Don't hang on. Accept.

But you can smile because it happened. Like the Dalai Lama does. Or just twinkle. Like my Missus.

JMx