Yesterday was a day where spring sings its arrival. From the first notes of the dawn chorus, to the rising of a sun which grew slowly in warmth and radiation, this was a day to remember.
Primroses opening yellow and pink , swallows swooping an exalted dance..and the soul could breathe in that vibrant energy and feel the renewal to and of which everything alive in the garden were both witness and players.
For me it was a mixed day of relax, contemplate and enjoy…..and some hard yakka in the garden ….weeding, clearing and planting.
In the afternoon, I took a short walk and was quite awed by how utterly energised the day felt…..everywhere I looked were signs of growth and new appearance….including the brilliant green of the newly growing grass and a gorgeous tiny shetland foal which had been born in the field, and was stumbling around and drinking from it’s mother.
It struck me that every spring is utterly new and unique, and to experience it, was for me an equally new and unique experience…like an absolute first time. I let my mind wander to how many springs there had been, over millennium …and just where does that energy come from ?
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