So, here we are again – I hope you have been happily and busily engaged since last September. I’m not sure how it happens, but life sometimes takes over and posting just gets lost. I’ve managed a few posts on Honey Pot Books, but Anne’s Space has remained just that: a space.
The brain hasn’t though – lots of reading, writing and painting – then there was Christmas with all its attendant busy-ness. The winter bugs managed to hit the household, but not too badly – although neighbours and friends seemed to succumb in dominoes fashion. On the bright side, the sun has now reached its post-winter height, casting rainbows of light across the wall each cloud-free morning. Somehow those rainbows are full of promise – they visit in the spring and the autumn, measuring out the year in a kindly metre. And, to underline life’s promise, a double rainbow filled the sky this evening. But, for the record, we have seen far more days like this: cold, frosty and bone-chilling, interspersed with stolen days of spring sunshine, teasing us that winter is behind.
Fickle seasons – so very English. As were the fun and games of Tuesday when a trip to the Levels to see the starling murmuration, became a chilly vigil on a cold hillside, a gathering, misty sunset (where was the sun?) and the only birds to appear – local songbirds, the odd crow and the hoot of an owl. The blackbirds positively laughed as we tottered, numb-limbed, back to the car.
Perhaps another day.
A fruitless foray – but a journey full of conversation and the sharing of a unique experience.
Roll on rainbows, warming breezes and Spring.