Tuesday, 2 September 2014
Empty Nest (and garden flowers)
My oldest son visited at the weekend with his new young wife, the love of his life now, his lodestar, filling the house with their energy and optimism, eating more than I could possibly imagine, playing with the dog, walking, laughing, chatting, loving, sharing.
Then they were gone, as though they had never been here at all, the house a thousand times more empty than before they arrived.
And I sat for a while unusually quite alone, absorbing the silence, the stillness, had a cup of coffee, walked the dog, picked some flowers and waited for the emptiness to pass and my life to settle back into where it is now and for that to be enough.
More than enough.