It feels frivolous to be writing a blog entry as we teeter on the edge of a humanitarian disaster.
(I wrote this yesterday. Should we be comforted by a “2-week repressive?)
In 1962 I was at boarding school in England during the Cuban missile crisis. I remember feeling quite anxious, but I was very young and optimistic and felt certain common sense would prevail, which of course it did.
Now, I am old and cynical and there is no common sense, but no amount of fretting and worrying will change a single thing, so in the interest of retaining my sanity, I must simply carry on, at the risk of appearing uncaring.
However, my first effort disappeared into the ether. If it happens again, I’ll take it as a sign.
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It is good to keep an eye on what lies beyond. Easy enough when it is colourful.
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Or when the light directs you attention there.
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The sky always has my attention.
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Saturday’s sky was the perfect backdrop for an early Spring day.
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This is my favourite part of Spring.
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Still fresh, chilly even, after dark, but without the bitter bite of Winter.
And just a hint everywhere of life emerging. There is something poignant about those early buds and shoots, a particular sweetness in the song of returning birds.
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And their mating ritual.
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It is just a matter of the prevailing wind and the fact that we constantly travel the same routes, but I often feel that the clouds are directing us to follow them.
When we were still in touch with Nature, I can see how people found their way without need of maps or technology. How much better it would be to be tuned in to our environment.
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Trees at this stage are so lovely, colourful but not yet clad.
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Heavy mist on Sunday only served to highlight rising colours.
Whether it is WordPress or my computer I am not sure, but I am having to struggle with this, so I will take the hint and end it, but first I will mention that as well as being visited by that large group of Tom turkeys, we are now also seeing a group of 17, – 15 ladies in the company of two males, one a juvenile, the other a proud overlord!
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The mating ritual of the water birds is a great photo, and I didn’t know that male Turkeys were called ‘Toms’!
Best wishes, Pete.
Sometimes it is better to focus on the beauty around us rather than the tension prevailing in the world. This does not necessarily mean that we don’t care, but worrying about it certainly does no good. So please do not stop sharing your beautiful photos with us – it certainly makes me forget for a moment about the hatred and evil in the world.
Thank you, Carolyn, for the beautiful pictures of early spring, your political musings, and the wildlife’s spring rituals.
Joanna