Time and place

This is a day of a different time and dimension.

One hour back, one hour saved or one hour somewhere in hiding?  Rosie and George don’t accept it anyway.

And when we do walk up the lane much later than usual it is sunny and warm enough for a few last wasps to be hovering low over plants.

 Today it felt like a time to sit – with time moving in strange ways, a time to centre and look around instead of moving.  It is good to look at the small things – the fantastically curled small leaf, the sloe ripening on the blackthorn, beetles and still so many hazelnuts!

It is a good year for hazelnuts which continue to lie ripening in the grass beside the stream and on the lane. The shapes of the hazelnut casings are beautiful. They look like the smallest golden crowns a fairy could wear. 

Rain from earlier showers is still held in droplets at the end of branches and the dark and secret tunnels and routes made by invisible animals are more obvious to human eyes.

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