Home again

So hard to leave my parents again. Time passes so quickly. It feels like the blink of an eye since my son was a wee lad. But there he was a tall man making me lovely pancakes and strawberries in his kitchen when I called by to see him on my road back from Glasgow. A relief in a way to be with someone so young that old age is a distant planet.
Our garden is full of daffodils, tiny green leaves, bird song and beauty.