Sitting here in splendid isolation the silence is deafening as I hear the grass grow and the crackles of trees as leaves start to pop out in an un-peaceful rural way.
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On seeing this
I obliquely answered
"I prefer to be my wayward self sitting here under a mottled sky watching the birds fly..."
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This philosophy cheered my day up considerably Heron.
ReplyDeleteThat final line sounds like someone too arty's description of a wine.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a time to sit quietly and contemplate "life, the universe and everything."
ReplyDeleteI spent a lot of time time trying to work out what it meant. I still haven't worked it out. I'm going out into the garden shortly. I think communing with nature and looking out over the sea will do more for me than philosophy this afternoon.
ReplyDeleteQuiet contemplation is food for the soul let’s hope that doesn’t get overweight in the process too :)
ReplyDeleteA message for today, never surely more so... than in today’s weird world we all find ourselves in.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you didn’t throw in the blogging towel Heron!
Happy Easter
LX