I have been pulled into the vortex created by 52, and find I am spending so much time thinking about Jo Bell’s poetry prompts (and her guest’s prompts of course on the last Thursday of each month) – which is good in many ways, but other aspects of life also have to be fitted in. This week, as it happens I haven’t been booked to work at the hospice until Sunday…
The prompts come out on a Thursday morning. Today. And today’s prompt is about the weather. Looking at the forecast it seemed that my only chance for a walk, without getting wet or blown away would be before 11 am, but today’s light is flat, flat, flat… and I had hoped for some sunshine so I could take some decent photographs!
We are lucky in comparison with so many other places in the UK, in that we don’t have flooding just where I live. But the fields and woods are saturated and squelchy underfoot. Without much enthusiasm I pulled on my walking boots and wrapped a scarf around my neck.
I didn’t have to go far before I stuffed my gloves into the pockets of my jacket, and pulled out the camera
As I walked I realised I am moving more easily. I treated myself to a massage yesterday which felt like a complete indulgence – but my back has been tighter and tighter over the last few weeks, and today that felt better. Now to remember to do all the stretches I should do to keep things loose!
In the quarry an old tree was taken down – maybe last Spring, which was a great sadness. It was an old willow and the early flowers were a huge attraction for hundreds and hundreds of bees… the sound of them all contentedly buzzing around the branches was incredible. I don’t know why it was taken down. It hadn’t appeared to unsafe…..
This is what is left of it – it has been moved and scorched, soaked by rain and left to stand in the middle of the grass.
On my way back up the lane I wondered what I had gained from my walk which maybe could be fed back into my poetry – because even muddy puddles give a clear reflection of the sky.