Solitary life.

I think I got a post up yesterday so I am trying the same way again. I have been downstairs to get a cup of coffee and saw that we have had a rough night judging by the rubbish outside my front door....so clearing up is going to be the first job. I am getting used to all this now.... but I really hate it.... anyone listening in during the day would hear some very interesting diatribes from me with the odd rude word thrown in. .. but as there is nothing any of us can do about it then the only option is to carry on. ....walking my garden brings some joy. ... watching a program on the TV last night I heard how important trees are to our survival. After we moved here I put about fifty trees into what had been cow pasture.... now some of those trees are huge...and I love walking around them every day. I am strangly reluctant to take my car out just now. ... there are still a lot of visitors here. But sometime soon I will need to go out. .... so nothing feels normal or right. For the first time for ages all four of the houses up here are being lived in. .. When the farm that it was became a group of four homes that were once barns and dairies etc they were bought by people who didnt live here...apart from me and David.... so now to have every house inhabited is most unusual but very nice. I like having neighbears....even temporary ones. There is always the thought that if I really needed help there are people out there to ask. Lets hope it never happens