When the weather permits , I still like to take myself down the field to the summerhouse and as there is no wifi...there's no chance of being able to hear anything at all about the state of the world!!
This afternoon I sat in the old blue and white striped sofa and listened to the hypnotic buzzing of a fat bumble bee looking for a cosy hole to overwinter.
He must have found a suitable one as the buzzing stopped and the quiet was almost tangible.
In the darkened knotholes
Of the summerhouse roof
A bee searches for a winter retreat.
Then the steady hum of its wings
With the blessed finding
Of its chosen one.
While the earth grows still
As it turns with the season.