Just been out walking the dog on a cold frosty clear but otherwise unremarkable morning. Sorry to report I saw no spectacular Buzzards soaring, no Kites gliding above the fields, no kestrels hovering above the hedgerow. No golden fields of winter rape, royal red poppies fields. Beautiful blossom on the hedges . But Blackbirds a plenty, likewise Crows, Sparrows, Pigeons. Frosty acres of winter radish. Rustic Brown horses blowing steam. All these everyday sights are beautiful . And it got me thinking, how we/ I take the glorious everyday sights for granted. The wonderful routine of life. Only commenting upon friends/family and loved one when something special has happened/is about to occur. This is not right. The routine is spectacular, it is what knits us together as society. We depend upon it- each other. We are stronger for it. We love routine. I love routine. Routine is that dependable rock, that billionaire we all secretly dream of. We need to tell each other routinely how wonderful they all are. So all you lot out there, thank you for putting up with my emotional bollocks above if you have got this far.. you look great and I love you. X
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 08:47:27 +0000
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