It has been raining. Which is lovely. The fire is on everyday and we are making stews and soups. The veggie patch has spinach, broadbeans, cabbage and cauliflower growing. It all went in a bit late so we could be eating our veg in spring. Or not at all, if the slugs have it their way. But I love looking out at the wet ground and striving seedlings.
I reread one of my favourite poems by Walt Whitman the other day.
I love it because it brings me some hope. It brings me hope that what I’m doing is not just mucking around when I should be doing something Important or Sensible. No, what I’m actually doing is launching forth filament, filament, filament until something holds.
I hope your days have moments of musing and venturing.
A noiseless Patient Spider.