The winter's winding down; hail-storms, gray skies and night that comes too soon, but all of it retreating, leaf-buds peeping through the soil. Christmas is gone, decorations packed, the light-bulbs in a box with a label this time. The cards look kind of lonely but I'll keep them up awhile since some get held up in the post - hard work crossing the Atlantic this time of year. And Mum's still here but we're reaching those sad weeks of multiple "lasts." Last time we'll shop at New Seasons on a Wednesday afternoon. Last time I'll lead the Bible Study before Mum leads the one before she leaves. Last episode of Stargate shared; we're counting how many Sharpe movies we have left.
Thanks to a friend we have great plans, and we'll end Mum's trip with some beautiful days out (or wet ones; we'll see). But somehow there's still that feeling of "lasts" casting its pall over everything.
Winter's winding down, the sky's gone gray, and I wish Mum's visit would last longer.