I've just turned the page in my calendar to May. Three months since my husband left, and have had no contact since then. Good news is that earlier this morning we've had a tiny few drops of rain after many weeks of drought, but it might have waited until after the Bank Holiday!
Mr & Mrs Duckie are on my front lawn at the moment (They've gobbled up some bread I put there for them) and the red kite (which used to be quite a rare bird, is hovering over the village doing his 'kwee kwee' call.
I'm finding these signs of early summer quite uplifting in my sorrow. May is always a beautiful month.