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sudden_serenityI've recently been in hospital for what they call an elective operation - that always strikes me as odd. Elective makes it sound like something cosmetic or frivolous! All I can say is that if I had had a vote, I would not have chosen to do that!
... All of which is beside the point, which is that today I went walking by myself for the first time in three weeks. It was early and the sun was up. I walked down to the stream and marked that all the wild flowers had changed in the time I have been out of action. The purples and pinks were gone and now there's a hundred shades of white from pristine and glowing of white campion to the clotted cream colour of wild carrot and cow parsley. A cuckoo was calling repeatedly, something that always gives me mixed feelings. I love their call and my dad and I have an annual contest for who can hear the earliest cuckoo and who can find the first catkins, but I know that some poor confused birdy parents are working themselves to death trying to feed this monstrous baby that looks nothing like them and was their only 'offspring' this season.
It was a nice walk, short and slow, but early morning is my favourite time of day to be out and being able to take the time to listen to the birds and watch the stream was just what my soul needed. But how can it almost be midsummer already? Crazy!
I've been thinking more about the thin places that I mentioned last time, so expect more rambling on that soon.
... All of which is beside the point, which is that today I went walking by myself for the first time in three weeks. It was early and the sun was up. I walked down to the stream and marked that all the wild flowers had changed in the time I have been out of action. The purples and pinks were gone and now there's a hundred shades of white from pristine and glowing of white campion to the clotted cream colour of wild carrot and cow parsley. A cuckoo was calling repeatedly, something that always gives me mixed feelings. I love their call and my dad and I have an annual contest for who can hear the earliest cuckoo and who can find the first catkins, but I know that some poor confused birdy parents are working themselves to death trying to feed this monstrous baby that looks nothing like them and was their only 'offspring' this season.
It was a nice walk, short and slow, but early morning is my favourite time of day to be out and being able to take the time to listen to the birds and watch the stream was just what my soul needed. But how can it almost be midsummer already? Crazy!
I've been thinking more about the thin places that I mentioned last time, so expect more rambling on that soon.
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