No place like home
The foxing hours are upon us but I’m happy the hens are safely tucked up in their beds for the night. I was late coming home this evening and breathed a sigh of relief as I opened the old arch door that takes you into our garden for waifs and strays. It’s raining, a damp, misty rain, so as I walked up the winding path to the house, overhanging plants and bushes brushed against me and in no time at all I was soaked. I stopped by the pond and took a deep breath and tried to ignore the rain as it seeped through my clothes, but I couldn’t have been happier. You see, there is no place like home to me. But this is also home to many wild little creatures.
In the dim light I noticed the flowers (botanical name Nymphaea) on the lily pads had closed and I smiled at the memory of seeing them so vividly yesterday, when the sun shone and the world smelt both sweet and earthy. I wondered if they would flower again tomorrow as they only flower for 3 to 5 days. I sat by the pond and watched the damsel and dragon flies flit over the lily pads, it was an amazing and humbling sight. What a difference a day can make!
With so much pain and sadness in this world, I turn to nature for comfort and reassurance and my kind and unassuming husband always reminds me that there is more good in the world than bad. I think he is right, don’t you?