I should be full of the joys of spring, what with daffodils out at the front of the house where I planted them in the autumn and the tiny white lambs in the field.
If I do watch the news, it's bad, and if I don't, I feel I should have been paying attention. What my viewing will ever do to help I don't know.
One thing which jumped out at me was the recurring wish and need of people to be able to *do* something.
As H has his own plans and interests I am rather out of the picture and doing the laundry and washing up only takes so much time. I may resort to planting some seeds and getting my own gardening therapy going.