The other day I picked up my camera and headed off for a walk around the village - something I haven't done for a while, due to all manner of things that have interrupted my daily rituals.
The Linden trees are in blossom; this one overhangs the pavement and smells so sweet - attracting hordes of bees and literally buzzing with life.
In July the verges alongside the road become a tangled mess of grasses that are in need of cutting; most of the wild flowers are over, except for a patch of moon daisies I found that have escaped from a nearby garden.
I have missed taking this walk every day; it helps me feel connected to the countryside and the seasons; become more conscious of the weather; the flowers; the crops and the animals in the fields.
I can spy over hedgerows and fences and see my fellow villagers' gardens; all the things that make this such a pretty village.
And when I arrive home and see my front garden, I once again remember just how lucky I am to live here in such beautiful surroundings.
Look on yonder earth:
The golden harvests spring, the unfailing sun
Sheds light and life; the fruits, the flowers, the trees,
Arise in due succession; all things speak
Peace, harmony, and love. The universe,
In nature's silent eloquence, declares
That all fulfil the works of love and joy, -
All but the outcast man.
Nature and Man
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Elainep.s. I woke this morning at 4.45 a.m. noticed a red glow through the curtains, and witnessed a glorious sunrise. I reached for the camera, took a photo, and promptly went back to sleep, waking again at 9.00 a.m. - half the morning gone!