The wood and the trees

I gave thanks last night for another moon mooning at me over the trees and sea...less round and orange than the night before but still rather lovely to see. And for getting the washing up done before I went to bed. It's not that I mind if I don't do it, but I love it when I do and there's a clean kitchen to start the next day! It's easy to beat yourself up about things, especially if you've been led to believe you are failing to achieve what you should and it was moving to watch a 'help for hoarders' programme yesterday evening when one of the clients was reminded about this. Most of us do better when we're accepted, if not praised, or at least not put down or punished, so as there's rarely a shortage of folk willing to do the latter two, try and tend towards the former whenever you can. When I'm really running short of things to pat myself on the back about there's always the fact that I'm neither a hoarder (nor a serial killer!) which the pocket psychology of TV programmes suggests might have been unsurprising developments in my life.

Much gratitude that the French Open started yesterday with plenty of coverage on TV...any opportunity to feel as if  I'm joining in something, especially on a Bank Holiday weekend, gratefully received! Also for a very welcome visitor...a Tesco delivery driver bringing lots of things to eat! You might think my life is rather sad that TV and Tesco are points to be grateful for, and you would be right, but it would be much sadder if either I didn't have access to these things...or I failed to appreciate them!

I'm grateful too for some of the photos of the trees in the wood on the old castle where the bluebells were...such pretty light on leaves in this one!