It's a beautiful Sunday here, the sun is shinning brightly and the birds seem to be in a hurry to collect their food. Rain is predicted around threeish, perhaps they know. I have never believed the weather man, he is kind of wrong 80% of the time. I guess we'll have thundershowers but later in the day that is my prediction. Isn't this bloom pretty? Almost like a watercolor painting. There is a whole bunch of them sitting pretty and waving their heads in the wind right in front of me.
With the lock-down being extended to mid June there is nothing much we can do. So I've been spending more time in the garden pulling out the weeds, Taking pictures of rain drenched flowers and leaves. This always works like a magic pill for me, it stops me from feeling bored.
Just pottering about in my garden makes me think about how much I am missing. I miss the lake visits, photographing the birds, my regular weekend exercise and just that relaxing time sitting with hubs on the park benches and randomly talking about stuff.
I miss the music of nature that comes to you free as you sit on these benches under a tree and listen to the soft fluttering of these newly sprouted leaves, some left over seed pods still hanging on the trees and the faint call of birds. The lovely scenes of butterflies flying around and squirrel currying about pretending to be busy, they don't collect anything here as food is available all through the year.
The odd sights of birds squabbling over a piece of food they found or a mother duck strutting with her brood up and down the lake. A waterfall gurgling somewhere making you believe that you are really near a river instead of a lake. I miss them all.
The few things I enjoy during the lock-down is the low pollution rates and clear air, the low traffic , less noise and peace all around.
I think I need to set up a fountain in my garden soon as the local stores open up. That way I can close my eyes and imagine that I am by a river enjoying the sound of flowing water.
For now I'll just write a poem born from all these thoughts and dreams.
I sit here caught up,
In the thoughts of yesterday,
A smile playing on my lips,
Flitting like a butterfly.
Blissful thoughts,
Of beauty,
In dream filtered light,
Glazing my eyes,
Mind mellifluously drifting,
In warm fluffy clouds of reverie,
Alighting in a distant land,
Golden sunshine,
Plays among the trees,
Flowers, butterflies and bees,
River sparkling with diamonds,
Laughing melodiously as she gently flows
Gurgling loudly as,
Boulders stop,
Spraying warmth and light,
In pure delight.
Deer and bunnies,
Hopping along,
Velvet green carpets,
Where flowers belong,
Singing gaily as she reaches her end,
In the deep wide ocean,
In a universe of water,
She mingles,
Lost
Loved
And found!
I just feel so loved today sitting here in my garden and relaxing.
