Life is always such a rush, with never enough time to fit everything in. So this morning after walking the dog and before writing yet more reports or doing a little bit of sewing in readiness for tomorrow – I decided just to sit out in the garden with a book and a cup of tea.
It was still early enough for the sun not to be too hot, and sitting there you begin to notice the little everyday things. Now, I am not a wordsmith – so you will have to bare with me! All around was the sound of bees about their business, and we are inundated with sparrows this year – flitting back and forwards from the bird feeder to their nests, their loud chattering only broken by the song of a blackbird in a neighbours tree.
The rush hour is over so only the odd car drives by – added to which this is only a small village – so there are never that many cars anyway. A few gardens up you can hear the banging of kitchenalia and young children playing. It is just a shame that the neighbour who is often outside playing his guitar is not doing so this morning.
Pip barks in answer to something he has heard rustling in the hedge – and my 10 minutes is up! But these are the moments to treasure, the slow moments when nothing much seems to be happening – yet all around you is life just going on.