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Plessey woods…

…Memories of dad, and squirrels, and of me being a little girl and of Iona being a little girl… Bittersweet…

Beautiful swathes of bluebells, ramsons and stitchwort, as far as the eye could see… Beautiful, therapeutic, uplifting…

With deep gratitude, as always, for nature; always there, always giving… ❤

 

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Wild garlic scented air drifted by the river where angelic pure white wood anemones carpeted the woodland floor, and birdsong serenaded anyone who had ears. A robin fed its chick, perched precariously on the barbed wire fence, before the sky darkened and unseasonal snow burst from the steely sky, almost as surprised as we were. Despite the wintery weather, a cheery blackbird steadfastly refused to stop singing, until day became night…

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After the rain the air is warm and moist. The sun breaks through between the clouds, so brightly it makes my eyes squint. The birds are singing joyfully, flying low over the meadow, pausing every now and then to bury their beaks into the soft damp earth, to find tasty morsels to feed themselves and their hungrily chirping chicks. The park smells lush and fresh and earthy. Blue sky eases its way through the clouds, and insects hover over the still water of the pond. These precious moments make me appreciate the rain that I was moaning about earlier today. A gentle reminder that good times always await beyond life’s storms… 

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I have always enjoyed watching birds – not in the serious kind of way, sitting in a bird hide for hours, with a flask and zoom lens cameras and telescopes, and all the right gear kind of way, but more in a getting caught up in the moment, mindful kind of way. 

I used to sit gazing out of the window in a world of daydreams, drifting, pondering, contemplating, as a child, watching the garden birds come and go, and I still enjoy doing this now – it is as much part of my daily life as sleeping, eating and drinking are…

So it has brought me great joy today in realising that the eggs in the starlings’ nest by my window must have hatched. The proud parents have been coming and going all morning with an array of worms dangling from beaks, to feed the new little chicks. Such dedication! Tirelessly going back and forth, back and forth, and doing a great job by the looks of it. I have put some extra bird food out, to offer a helping hand…
I feel a sense of joy and wonder at the beauty of life, particularly at this time of year, springtime; a time of rebirth and renewal ♡
♡ ~ with deep gratitude for the gift of life ~ 
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