It was raining when the dog and went out today, but we didn’t mind, it was lovely anyway:
It’s grey today, but the weather has been just lovely this week. It has allowed me to pause and really drink in life.
While the dog mooches around I have been able to stop and savour the now: the warmth of the sun on my arms, the sound of the leaves moving gently in the trees, the sight of blossom everywhere and upturned geese in the river searching for a little breakfast.
It’s all balm for the soul.
There is nothing like a Saturday morning dog walk in the sun.
I have probably mentioned before that I live on an estate with one of “those” reputations, and yet our experience of living here is entirely different from the stereotype.
Along with having lovely neighbours, at the bottom of our street, out and onwards, is this:
It is the happier side of the nasty fly tipping in the woods behind our house.
Ah well, the dog has a new toy and our morning walk was lovely.
While I waited for Atom to finish a particular sniff, I took the time to watch the finches pottering in a tree. The RSPB website tells me they were probably siskins.
It has made my morning and reminded me once again of the importance to stop, listen and take note.
Something which works well with people as well as birds.