Monday 18 January
Today started with a mini-positive moment that sort of set me up for a fairly good day. I have never been a Monday person. If truth be told, I’m not a fan of mornings either. So, logic suggests that Monday mornings, when they come round, as they invariably do each week, are not well received.
But to day, whilst eating my slice of toast and drinking my coffee in the kitchen, I noticed my overly functional watch informing me that the sun would rise at 07:54. It was 08: something last week! And as I sit in the front room writing this at 20:15, my watch tells me that tomorrow the sun will like it’s nose out at 07:53. Even better. That means that next Monday, it should be coming over the Eastern horizon at around just after quarter to eight. I am now looking forward to next Monday morning, and I never thought I would be saying that.
Nature has been very obliging, fitting the increase of daylight time to coincide with our scales of time. One minute more, morning and evening, each day-ish. Joking aside, it is filling my cup knowing that the days are getting longer. I noticed it this evening too. Then, when I got home, my iPad shared a photo album with me from years back. From one of our many summer trips to north Norfolk. And pictures of the kids, and the beautiful countryside, drenched in sunshine, making the colours almost florescent. And the picture above of the deer at Holkham Hall. How green are those greens? They seem almost unreal and my eyes cannot wait to see greens like that again.
I smile so much at that picture. A connection with another living thing, it looked at me and me at it. Similarly to the blue-tit last week. I ache inside, looking forward to trips to other places, not far away, when the day is as long as the night. And warmth radiates from the vegitation and the sand and the sky.
In the meantime, I will cope with the cold, Monday mornings and the darkness. Because they won’t last forever.
The Bald Birder 