Day 113

Saturday 11 July

Yesterday, I felt a little down about the end of the spring-summer sprint. Back in March, nature’s bottle of fizz gets shaken vigorously then, POP! The cork flies and spring comes frothing out all over the place. This spring-time effervescence continues to flow for quite a few weeks, months even, cascading into summer. So much energy, sounds that excite, vibrant colours and new life. Just so much energy!

Then, after just a few days of rain, there’s a change. The energy reduces. The day time temperatures cool and the evening grass dampens.

But, of course, this does not mean the summer is over. Of course not! Why did I fill my cup with flat cola yesterday? The summer fun still has a good month or so to go. These past few days have been a blip, not a trend. The spring fizz may have gone, but there are still the zesty, chilled whites and long, warm reds of summer yet to be enjoyed.

Two generations of a family who farmed the land we walked along this afternoon are remembered on this bench.
And what a patch of land to farm? The view from the bench.

Me and Lisa took Mabel for a walk today. This route was new for me and relatively new for them too, and I realised how important it is to see new things. Ok, so it was only a walk but at times I was really excited by the strange lanes, the unexpected turns, the dips and rises, the ponds, the massive trees, flowers, insects…..

The hedgerow was buzzing with Buff-tailed bumblebees (Bombus terrestris) on the brambles today.

I hadn’t been for a walk for a few days and this is now a daily need, not just for Mabel for us too. I need to mix up the paths I tread so that when I return to them, there is visible change. I also need to experience new paths, ones that have never had my feet on them before. During this walk today, I saw so much, shook myself and reminded myself that we are only in July – there’s still loads of summer left. Let’s open another bottle.

Red Campion (silene dioica) a sign of woodlands past and present. Also, according to folklore, protects fairies and prevents them from being discovered.

4 thoughts on “Day 113

    1. Hi Sue. Thanks for the comment. Glad you enjoy reading them. Its been a good thing for me to write too. Keep well. X

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  1. Beautiful piece of prose. Your pen is truly flowing Jon. That bench inscription is deeply moving. All that family history. All those seasons of toil.

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    1. Thanks, Sean. Really appreciate that. Can’t wait for you to come back down here again. We have some lovely walks ready and waiting for you. I’m going to drag the family to Detectorists country in the next few weeks.

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