Being mindful on the first day of summer:
Hooray for the long-awaited first day of summer, meteorologically speaking that is.
However, in typical English weather defiance, we have been promised a day that is “dull with grey skies and drizzle, some early heavy rain“.
Quite.
And incidentally, it’s the same temperature as it was over Christmas, 12-13 Celsius!
I am now slightly regretting putting my winter coat, scarf, hat and gloves, along with my warmer clothes up in the loft as I recently switched my limited wardrobe space from winter to summer attire!
But as we all know, we are only blessed with such rain to ensure our glorious nature is kept lusciously green and blossoming with life: the English countryside wouldn’t be as beautiful as it is without our very generous rainfall allowance.
And so I appreciate how the flowers, trees and plants will all be thankful for this wet day.
One of the best things about these kind of gusty days, is watching our neighbour’s magnificent sycamore tree from my bed.
I attempted to capture it on video and of course the tree became a little camera-shy, but here goes: please click here. (Ummm… I’m not really sure if this is going to work as it’s the first video I’ve ever tried to upload to YouTube and it’s very confusing for my brain-fogged mind!! So fingers crossed it works.)
It reminds me of a symphony with its branches the orchestra and the wind its conductor. I feel honoured to have a front row seat to its performances and am mesmerised by nature’s sweet music rising and falling, full of emotion and drama, as it reaches its crescendo.
I think this poem by Charles Ghigna sums it up perfectly:
A Symphony of Trees
Trees make such exciting sounds.
They whisper, when we’re near.
Whenever we pass by the trees,
This is what we hear:
We hear their branches sway and creak.
We hear the wind howl higher.
We hear a symphony of trees,
Of nature’s great, green choir.
We hear the squirrels scampering.
We hear the blue jays sing.
We hear the robin and the dove,
All sounds the trees can bring.
But one thing that we never hear
When we pass through the park;
We hear the trees’ sweet symphonies,
But we never hear their bark!
It really is a beautiful sight to behold.
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