Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I had great plans for today. So, apparently had everyone else!

A last-minute shopping trip and the landlord’s six-month inspection this morning mean not much time for anything else today. I have a little time, however, but my mind is already worrying about forgetting something important while I’m in Tesco.

As usual, when I am desperately trying (and failing) to organise my head, my gaze travels out of the window. I often find a little help while I stare at the limited view. The sun is shining today, which is a bonus, as everything looks bright and cheerful. The enormous gum tree is still green and waving about in the wind, but my eyes are looking at the bare tree beside it.

This tree, probably a sycamore, is so white against the blue sky, it gleams in the sunshine. It fascinates me, and I cannot look anywhere else. My photograph does not capture the magic that I feel, and I realise that there is a message there for me. This tree, like most of my bonsai, is resting. Job done until the Spring.

As I watch, mesmerised, I realise that I, too, am resting, and for a few minutes, I am grateful…