I really wanted to go out with my walking group today, but it was not to be. Youngest has a sore throat and I decided he better stay home.
All morning I looked longingly at the bright sunny weather and happily by early afternoon youngest ( who is a teenager) as feeling a little better. He was content to be left on the sofa for half an hour while I went to stretch my legs. In the end I was probably gone for more like an hour....but hopefully he didn't notice :0)
Oh, it was so lovely out....
There was warmth in the low sun. And there were flowers....pink flowers even ....what joy....
How I love the bare tree silhouettes against the church. It's made from stones taken from a nearby Roman road and dates back to the 11th Century..........
It's a special place all year round, but especially pretty when the early flowers are just beginning to bloom........
Wild Garlic shoots.
All the time I was walking round taking photos, and then walking home, I was making up a little poem in my head. I dashed to my desk and put pen to paper ( after first checking on the poorly child...he was fine) .
Here's what I came up with. I'm sure it's far from perfect as I know nothing about writing poetry, but what can I say, it's lovely to feel inspired.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
A Sunny day in February
I'm squinting at the sideways sun, a smile crosses my face.
The birds are singing in every bare branched tree, could there be a prettier place?
This churchyard I visit all year round, has never looked so sublime.
I stop, catch my breath.....the dark days are gone, it's so nearly, nearly springtime.
There are snowdrops amongst the gravestones, wild cyclamen and Daffodils too.
It may be muddy underfoot, but yes!, green shoots are bursting through.
I could stay here for hours on a day like today, no other human around.
Just rabbits and squirrels and the song of the Robin,
in this timeless place .....Peace is found.