Seeing the dawn

I’ve spent about 16 hours over the last 2 nights writing up a management plan for the town orchard ( I hate being a perfectionist),  sending off poems to a prestigious poetry competition, and watching the odd interview with Hugh Jackman during my tea breaks. …..it was like a long haul flight with no inhouse ammusement ( although Hugh was funny).  My legs were swollen and my behind aching..I had to give up when my toes started to tingle…visions of deep vein thrombosis hurried me to bed….but not before I went outside to see the dawn..all brand new and crisp with the evening primrose milky yellow..shouting..I didn’t know it was also an insomniac….