Song for Spring

Song for Spring

Praise be to the swallows

Who dared to venture north this week

Praise be to those fellows.

Praise be to the sun

All glorious in the shadows it throws

Praise be to the sharp sun.

Praise be to the green grass

Softening the verges with the red bilberry

Praise be for the petrichor.

Praise be to the coal black ravens

Nesting high in the tallest beech trees

Praise be for cawing birds.

Praise be for the seasons

Catching us unawares each year

Praise be for the northern spring.

...there is time to enjoy and time to reflect...

A New Beginning.

Early morning and the bright low spring sun lights up the fingers of the pollarded willow.

I'm on my way to the summerhouse for breakfast.

The potter has made it...porridge and coffee for me...and some bacon on toast for him.

There is a sense of all slowing down...no more pressure to get the shop open...make the midmorning drinks...sort out which emails need to be answered immediately.

One of our grandgirls phoned on the mobile. Always a joy to speak to one of the five.

she's a twin..and they are 18 and should be doing A-levels...but there you go..life will go on after all this is over.

Stay well you readers.

Much love

G.

A New Beginning

These are strange times....

and strange times...with time to think..and the normal hurley burley of existance gone...give rein to 

reconsidering old ways.

I started blogging in 2010...goodness!

I feel the need to put some thoughts done each day now.

The potter and I are in lockdown...we are of an age...so I walk eery morning in the garden looking for the new buds....new life.

The magnolia...like so many others ...is magnificent this week.

Stay safe...stay well

Much love from the Potters House Penketh.