It was a morning for a walk at Welney. Cool grass, a meandering path, and no fixed destination.
For more than an hour at the south end of the reserve, we only saw the herdsman we know, so we talked about lost calves and how to find them.
Then I lay in the shade on the ground, and we talked: John Locke, qualia, and the so-called just-world hypothesis, which is about anything but that. We don't tend to do small talk on such walks.
And on the way back, there was this bee, beeing in a bindweed.
This was what I needed.
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How lovely. We all need peace. My very best wishes to you, Richard.
I am pleased for you – and this is what just over 3 weeks in Aldeburgh did for me – coastal paths, some flowers and birds, music, the wind over the reeds and the marshes and those Suffolk skies – nature calms and restores the soul and (for me) music does too. I hope you are fully recovered very soon. Shakespeare writes ‘And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Thank you.
I admit, not recovered yet. But getting better, it seems.
Glad you had a good time.
I always feel extremely fortunate to still be working as a gardener. For me a garden is full of wonderment and my sanity in troubled times. It involves much looking, observing and noticing small and intricate details as well as attending to the bigger picture. The other morning I was watching a group of bees engaged in frenzied pollen bathing in some newly opened opium poppies – pure ecstacy….for the bees I mean – but a delight to watch.
I did an hour of gardening in the early evening, yesterday. It was only tidying, but it literally grounded me and I felt so much better fur it. Gardeners have to live with an eye to the future. Almost by definition the tasks is optimistic.
It’s hard not to want to turn one’s back on the world’s horrendous problems, such days in the countryside. Laurie Lee and all that.
It sounds just what you needed, and more of it.
Thanks