Jonesy would curl up anywhere!

Jonesy would curl up anywhere!
cat in a bowl

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Sunny memories.............

I always know when it is time to write my blog.....for days before hand I am drawn to the short cut icon on my net book. Its like I have to pluck up courage to write on here! How daft is that?
Anyway today has been the most glorious spring day. It has been warm and sunny and peaceful, and so calm. It's like summer is a whisper away, and the world is full of anticipation. The sunshine always seems to make people feel happy and full of smiles. The ticklish glow of sun rays touch the skin and it's like the whole world is on 'a high'. The clocks went an hour forward last night so you would think I would feel tired, yet all I feel is totally rested and relaxed. This is what a weekend off from work does to you, ha ha? Or at least it should do!
Yesterday was wonderful. My brother and his girlfriend met myself, my husband and son at my parents house for lunch. We chatted and laughed and drank wine, and generally had a great time. I even managed to interrogate my father about his past in the air force and grab a few details for my family history. Poor him!
This afternoon my parents popped over and we sat in the garden sipping tea, listening to the birds sing in the glorious warmth of the sun. My mother remarked on the trellis we put up during my last autumn holiday from work, last September. For a short while I felt sad at the memory that returned. How, as we all put up this trellis, Jonesy scrabbled about in the box it came in, and eventually curled up and fell asleep in one corner. He stayed there in the sunshine for ages while we huffed and puffed around him. Later on, after my parents left, I sat on our swing seat and rocked myself into a lull. Jonesy used to sit next to me on that seat, and place his front paws on my lap. I would read quietly and he would rest his chin on his front paws and nod off. I can smile about those times but this summer I know something will be missing, and it will be him. Thank goodness I have some very lovely memories of him, and the garden will remind me of all those happy moments.

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