I shall open with the last verse of a hymn
All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
I saw the sheep with their lambs,
And thought on the Lamb of God.
I didn’t actually think of this hymn when I was looking out over the fields that surround the garden, my mother in law drew my attention to it when I showed her the pictures I had taken. But I liked it. It was an April evening and there were sheep, so symbolic at the best of times, on all four sides of the house. It seemed apt and gave me a profound sense of comfort. Something I never got from hymns when forced to sing them as a youngster.
On Saturday evening Robert and I sat down and watched a film. We managed to stay awake through the whole thing which was a minor miracle. About half way through watching it Robert pointed out the sunset we were having. I couldn’t see it from where I was sitting so I jumped up to take a look and within a moment I was outside, in the dead quiet, camera in hand snapping away in that lovely light that you get when dusk is falling. A photographers dream.
Robert stayed put in his chair, calm and smiling but tired, as I jumped up and went outside. I forget that he is still in remission and having to take a great many pills each and every day. He just sort of soldiers on, we refer to that type of person as a good egg. I married a good egg, a very good egg.
There are a million and one paint shades called Apple Blossom White but I’m not sure anybody has ever managed to capture it properly. Perhaps one day but for now I’ll make do with the fleeting colour the trees provide. It’s very calming, to be outside in the evening, completely alone. My mum tells me that she would watch me dancing around the garden when I was small at this time of day. All alone enjoying the air, the calm, the light and the end of the day. The garden still draws me outside at this time.
It nourishes my soul at a difficult time in my life. It doesn’t cost anything but gives me so much. It allows me to be still.
I’d recommend it to anyone, at anytime, for any reason.
Tell me what you do when you feel an intense desire to be still? Do you run a bath, cook, knit, crochet, meditate, pray, garden, clean, run, walk the dog? Perhaps your answers will enable someone else to find the time and space they need.
I love you, so very much, thank you for reading and responding today.
Robert took a hammer to the kitchen. I’ll show you the results tomorrow.
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