The thorny path of life

I'm sorry, this entry should have gone up last night but life has rather overtaken me.  I'm wrestling with at least three substantial family issues, quite apart from the conservatory leak and the storm-smashed fences.  However, I did have a lovely, if rather chilly, walk yesterday afternoon up on Morn Hill and decided this macro of dog rose thorns could be said to be symbolic of all the muddle and stress.  And perhaps that wonderful red bud symbolises hope.  What a cheering thought!

So with apologies I have turned my comments off for the time being, though tonight I will of course be looking at your journals.  Can I also now thank all of you who were so kind about Wednesday's thrush shot.  Your comments, stars and hearts were appreciated one and all.

Enjoy your day  xx