of trees and clouds

I'm meditating on the art teacher's beautiful 'drive by' tree and cloud pictures, you see it's been that kind of week.

It all started with the fridge, deciding to go warm, closely followed by the oven going cold, then my trusted car- really an extension of myself, snapped a few gear links and had to be towed.

Sanity and work were saved by fantastic mechanic Andrew, surely motivated by my wimpering and slight sobbing on the phone, he made a plan and welded some 'thingeys' together until my new parts arrive.

Slightly braver and sure my luck had to change, I buried my hands in 3 days of serious catering, only to be dealt the 'et tu Brute' blow- yes, the washing machine, not to be outdone- he tired of spinning.

And so, as I start this week, wringing clothes by hand and keeping a close watch on the kettle and toaster, join me in escaping to serenity of these magnificent clouds and trees.