Almost a week ago

but I feel a bit as I am there still,

sunday home in my garden and cleaning house, so much to do before going away,

I found a journal entry, just published in Retroblog, written five years ago, same flowers in my garden and a sentiment I was living here from eternity and will remain forever.

I did in all seven years.

I'll come back, perhaps. It is never the same when one returns, one never returns to the really same place. But I'll come back soon probably, at least for a short time.