Blessed

Sunday afternoon in our garden before  our long hot summer began transitioning into autumn. That picture says everything. It reminds me just how much I am blessed. Reminds me that only a fool would take it for granted.

Life. For any of us it could all have taken a different turn. The crossroads we arrived at. The bullets we dodged. Health issues. Relationships that broke. The choices that we made - not knowing how things might turn out.

Yes. Blessed. It's those people that I really care about. Not politicians. Not musical heroes or favourite writers or ghost people who remain in my memory nor even Hull City's players!

It's always lovely to see Margot and Zach together. Born just nine days apart, they are very much on the same mental wavelength. Their faces light up when they see each other again. To Margot,  Zach is "Zachie-Boy" and he calls her "Margie".

They can both be unco-operative when it comes to having their pictures taken and on Saturday afternoon, Margot was sulking for England - her bottom lip protruding like the keyboard cabinet of on old upright piano. I should have offered her a couple of chocolate buttons. She would have smiled like a Cheshire cat.

They are both Scorpios - not that I believe in any of that astrological nonsense. However, it is frequently said of Scorpios that "they can be stubborn" so maybe there's something in it after all.

Do you feel blessed?