Yesterday & Signs of Spring

Published by: Jill on 5th Apr 2018 | View all blogs by Jill

Yesterday, happy and walking on air after seeing my GP for a follow up appointment, I decided to give myself a rest from all things in the house, including my writing.

The village in which we live has many lanes/footpaths and I took myself off for a walk around them.  I'd not done this for quite a while and was reminded just how lovely and beneficial such a walk can be.  I met no dog walkers; in fact I had the lanes to myself in which to exercise and enjoy the simple pleasures of Nature.

Solitude: a gift of time to simply be and observe the first signs of Spring.

Two butterflies: one pale lemon fluttering on the peripherary of a small wooded area; one tortoiseshell which, in the blustery wind, collided with my face but luckily did not get entangled in my hair and immediately made its escape to fly off again in its search for nectar.

Fresh blossom and green leaflets everywhere around me and Spring flowers waving in the wind.

The water in the river was high after the rains and it gurgled merrily, echoing my mood.  The ducks dabbled.

My mind turned to a time when we took our three year old first grandson to feed those ducks and I looked ahead to a Summer visit when perhaps our second grandson might like to do the same.  Or perhaps they could both join us for a walk and play Pooh Sticks from the height of the narrow iron bridge, from which that particular path gets its name.

I confess to a slight lump in my throat thinking about those young boys and wishing they lived nearer so that we could enjoy such pleasures more often.

Onwards I walked and came to the ancient village church and the churchyard.  Again, I felt a little emotional as I saw the fresh flowers on so many graves; flowers which must have been put there over the Easter weekend by relatives left behind to grieve.  However, a sense of love, history and spirituality surrounded me in those hallowed grounds.

Finally I reached home and looked around our garden at the flowers in bloom this Springtime and thought of the annuals we may plant for Summer colour and scent.  Perhaps a new wild flower corner to attract more butterlies and bees?

The walk had lifted my spirits further and I marked yesterday as a very good day indeed.  Today, seven o'clock, the clouds of dawn have mostly cleared and the sun has peeped out.  I feel this is going to be another lovely Spring day. 

Comments

11 Comments

  • John Alty
    by John Alty 20 days ago
    Wonderfully evocative description of a perfect spring day, Jill. Enjoyed it.
  • Jill
    by Jill 19 days ago
    Glad you enjoyed this, John. It was written not only in the spirit of reliving my own experience, but also in the spirit of spreading the joys of Spring!
  • Seagreen
    by Seagreen 19 days ago
    I'd say an encouraging yes to the new wildflower corner, Jill. I do think our butterflies and bees need extra special effort.
    Over here in Kuwait, another thunderstorm. The place looks like a mudbath.
  • Jill
    by Jill 19 days ago
    Good morning, Seagreen ~ you are in Kuwait for work perhaps? Don't like the sound of the mudbath! We already have plants/flowers which encourage butterflies and bees and have plenty of birdlife visiting too, but, yes, a wildlife corner would be an added bonus to help. Now have to work out where it might go!
  • mike
    by mike 19 days ago
    Dear Jill,
    What a lovely walk. Heavy local rain has turned the ground to mud but I enjoy walking in the early morning. I live in a London suburb but there is a National Trust wood with a farm nearby. The area more country than country. I do not know the names of the wild flowers that are out at the moment. I like the patterns the sun makes, the motes, etc that time in the morning.
    I am en
  • Jill
    by Jill 19 days ago
    Pleased that you have a National Trust wood with farm nearby the London suburb where you live. We are fortunate, too, in that we have several National Trust properties in Cambridgeshire, Suffolk and Norfolk, but all we have to drive to as not within walking distance by any means. The nearest is Anglesey Abbey and there is a Winter Walk which is a delight when the vast grass areas are too wet for people to use. It is a very popular venue and so we try to go when it might be a bit quieter. We like seclusion!! Patterns the sun makes, the motes etc. ~ another dimension to add to enjoyment. Hope the mud soon dries up.
  • Athelstone
    by Athelstone 19 days ago
    Hi Jill, glad to hear you were walking on air. Foxes having a nap in the sun in our garden yesterday, too lazy to bother with the snack-sized sparrows that were hopping around in front of them. Not exactly rural in my part of town but this year I have seen wrens, goldcrests and woodpeckers in my garden and after many years without them, a pair of song thrushes. Apart from that I'm pleased to see that the sparrows and starlings have reclaimed their nesting sites under roof corners. I always enjoy watching the starlings with their comic semaphore wing flapping as they signal their territory.
  • Jill
    by Jill 19 days ago
    Hi! Athelstone, long time no speak. What a wealth of bird life in your garden and foxes too. It seems one does not have to live in the country (as we do) to enjoy an almost full country lifestyle. :)
  • mike
    by mike 19 days ago
    Dear Jill.
    I've posted my walk as written by an aunt. I've posted some of her writing before as she is so like many world clouders. This poem had been published in the local gazette. She did have poetry published. Thhis poetry was for tiny tots and was published in an educational magazine for teachers.

    PATHWAY IN THE WOOD
    If you walk in the wood

    To the ancient oak tree
    
Say, in springtime,
    
You will come upon primroses
    Dark violets and bluebells

    And the frail white wood-anemone.

    On this pathway, too,

    Along the railway line
    
On summer days,
    
You can wander among the willow-herb,
    Red campion and ragwort
    And the yellow-petalled calandine.

    There are blackberries to pick
    Where the narrow path dips,
    When autumn comes,
    
You will see michelmas daises
    Toadstools, mauve peppermint
    And a tangle of scarlet rose-hips.

    If you walk in the wood
    
The wild flowers all gone
    ¨In winter time,
    
Look there for traveller’s joy

    Snow-berries and heliotrope
    
And the great oak, full of tears, standing alone.
  • Jill
    by Jill 19 days ago
    This is charming, Mike. Thank you for adding it to my blog.
  • mike
    by mike 18 days ago
    Dear Jill.
    This computer does not post well. The poem describes a walk by a railway line in the suburbs, but the view on the others side is a preserved wood.
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