Stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch as the flowers sway in the warm spring breeze. See, as they dance to the meadow’s unique melody.
Listen carefully. Can you hear it?
Birds trill their songs from the trees in joyous counterpoint to the buzzing of the bees and the insects that flit amongst the fragrant blooms. The delicate susurrus of a butterfly’s wings as it settles to sip nectar offers a delicate theme, whilst the distant scuffle of a startled rabbit plays out alongside the chitter of a squirrel as it scuttles by overhead. A pheasant croaks in percussive accompaniment.
Just listen. And nature’s symphony will lift your spirit in exuberant concert.
So stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch the flowers as they sway in the warm spring breeze.
I’m still staying at my parents’ house, which means, of course, that I’m still spending as much time as I can in the village meadow. It’s nice not to have to drive through from Lincoln whenever I want to visit. My DSLR camera, which is too heavy for me to comfortably use while suffering with back pain, continues to remain in its case while my phone camera (Samsung J3) is getting lots of use.
Here are some of the pictures that I took during yesterday’s meadowbathing session:
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder