I saw my first swallow of the summer as I walked around the local graveyard this morning. And later my Dad took a fall.
I was out when it happened, but thankfully he had just a week ago got set up with the Tele-Care technology which meant that his predicament was immediately signalled through to them, and passed on to us. He may have to travel up to Glasgow. We’re waiting on the doctors verdict.
First swallows of the summer are a sign of warmer days to come. Falls at the ripe old age of eighty five have slightly more chilly implications.
I’m looking forward to the warmer days ahead. And I’m wishing for as much freedom from pain and discomfort as is possible for my Dad.
These are the paradoxical experiences of life.
It’s all a part of The Whole Package.