Saturday, 10 March 2012
Lazy lie-in, snuggled with IB and a bed full of purring cats.
Warm brioche rolls and a steaming mug of coffee.
A long, luxurious soak in the bath.
Out into a mild spring day full of birdsong and gentle breezes.
A day of simple pleasures.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
It is a beautiful spring morning. The wind is cold but when it drops, the sun is warm on my back.
Gingerly, I move over to the chicken run to let the girls out of their house and give them food and water. I have recently undergone surgery and have been too sore to attend to these chores of late. Mum, Dad and IB have been helping me, but this morning I am feeling better. In the sunshine, with daffodils blowing in the breeze, the sound of water rushing in the stream and lambs bleating in the fields, a routine chore now almost seems like a treat.
The chickens crowd round my feet as I deposit their feeder, empty the drinker and refill with fresh water. Outside the cats play-chase each other and then roll lazily on their backs, luxuriating in the sun. I shut the door of the chicken run behind me and slowly return to the house, pausing on the way to admire the pulmonaria in full bloom. The sun shines, the birds sing, spring is here - and I am very happy to have the time to stop and breathe it all in.