It was lovely to look out the window this morning and see not only bright sunshine but these lovely crocuses in my front garden.
When I woke up I was feeling decidedly woeful. I'm usually a patient person by nature, but I soon get crochety with myself when I get held up in things I want to do. Of course this is what is happening to me at the moment, whilst recovering from my operation, things are moving very slowly and I am dependent on others for so many things. MWM is fantastic and does anything I ask of him, willingly and lovingly, my problem is I like to be independent, so all this is totally alien to me.
However, when I saw the sun and the colour I suddenly felt a whole lot better.
Colour is a wonderful thing, don't you think? It can make you happy, sad, excited, relaxed etc., etc. I love all colour but I love what I call the mediteranean colours best - terracotta, rich browns, orange, sunny yellows. I would be happy living somewhere the sun shines every day, where there's always some sort of colourful plantlife to look at. I hate winter - the dark days, the lack of colour, the cold, the wet, so thankfully spring seems to be on the way. I can't wait for the warmer, sunnier days when I can sit outside and take in the colour in the garden - I just know I'm going to feel better.
Tuesday 6th March
Still stiff, swollen, sore - getting on my nerves now. Waiting for the District Nurse to change the dressing. Think the clips are due out on Friday but she will tell me today no doubt.