Despite the last week having been less-than-satisfactory on a number of counts, I woke this morning feeling surprisingly positive.
There was also a phrase – brand new bright tomorrow – going round and round in my mind.
And then I realised that today is the first day of summer.
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For me, one of the positive things about the recent coronavirus lockdown has been that there were far fewer cars about and far fewer people in the street.
The decrease in traffic and the halt to normal activities meant that for a few brief weeks the birds were more audible, the green spaces were not quite so tended, and there seemed to be more wildlife around. (Although, to be honest, the only unusual wildlife I saw was a rat in the supermarket car park.)
It was almost as if the world had paused to take a breath.
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I think there are certain flowers and plants that you just have to admire.
True, I would probably immediately love the poppy for the inner contradiction it displays with the brash scarlet colouring and the paper-fine delicacy of its ballerina-skirt petals.
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Yesterday, for reasons that I won’t go into here, I was thinking about things I am grateful for. It turns out I am grateful for many many things. Including the fact that I have a tendency towards optimism and gratitude.
Indeed, there are so many things I should give thanks for that it’s hard to know where to begin. So I decided that I’d skim through the colours of the rainbow and see what were the first things that came to mind.
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I wonder if schools and other organisations still give books to children as prizes if they do well in exams. Certainly it was common when I was a little girl. Somewhere among my books, I think I’d find ones awarded to my mother, as well, so it’s a practice that goes back a long way here in the UK.
The reason I am wondering is because I’ve been wishing I could find my Observer’s Book of Common Insects and Spiders, which was the book I claimed as my prize after doing well in a Scripture exam I must have taken through the Sunday School or Girls’ Brigade.
Continue reading “bug-eyed monsters”