“I went down in the afternoon
to the sea
which held me, until I grew easy…” Mary Oliver
Another one is about to bite the dust.
There’s music thumping outside and people yelling. That’s the difficulty with having New Year in summer – everyone celebrates outside and to hell with the neighbours.
We left the coast because the population has bred like the plague (one wonders if that’s literally!!), had hoped the ‘burbs in the city would be empty like they have been every other year. But then this is a Covid year and everyone seems to be eschewing the super-spreader locations and ‘playing’ in back yards.
So, it’s almost summer. Despite rain, rain and more of it! The wettest in living memory.
Thus spring has meant preparing for summer because when one lives on the coast, summer after all, is pre-eminent.
‘Sweet sweet burn of summer and summer wind… ‘ (KD Lang)
I went out in PJ’s and bare feet to take a pic of the rising sun on the heavy morning dew this morning, and of the snail trail across the moistened glass of the patio and I thought how one needs to take note of the small things in life, or smalls as some stitchers call it.