Goodnight friends! yesterday’s brilliance and power sapped from the sun and wind, a misty pall of gathering cloud thickened hour by slowly sinking hour. Birdsong muffled but still trilling and sweet with a fresh virtuosic fervour. Warfare between coots seems to have reached a stalemate, boundaries established and a mock charge with head and white beak set low against the water are usually all it takes to chase an interloper away from one’s territory. Weeping willows taking on a blush of pale green over their swaying yellow twigs. Hawthorn blossom and wild galic compete to perfume the air.
A fairly thorough rest day, weary and sedated from exercising, memory a hopeless drowsy tangle. Just muddling along, trying to let things go slowly and not strain anything.
May we find generosity and kindness today, and afford the same to each other!
