Morning Stories: Quiet weekend
Too many thoughts, calming garden and the buzz
I’m having a quiet weekend, which I really needed, but which also leads to a lot of thinking. About life, dreams, goals, why do I want what I want in life, and why I’m not there yet. It’s good to think about it all sometimes, but not too much, in my case.
So I escape to the garden, I take a book with me, read, listen to the birds, especially to the nest of young crows getting excited when the parents bring them food; I watch young blackbirds screaming at their father to feed them and the father flying away, fed up with them. Then I look into the field and see some ears sticking out above the grass. And then another hare running through the field. And I start wondering when the cows will come and be looking into the garden and watching me read while I listen to them munching on the grass.
Then it’s back to the sofa, called in by Alice and her right to have a lap to lye on. In the meantime my mind’s gone quiet, accepting the life I’m living, trusting the timing and deciding to keep chasing the dream.
I’m looking through the window and my eyes rest on the bush full of bees and bumblebees and I take my tea outside, to stand next to it and listen to the almost deafening buzzing. And soon we’ll have this in the back garden too. Spring is definitely my favourite season.
P.S. I’ve shared some thoughts on my Instagram today about it being too late (or not) to chase the dream.
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It all sounds so wonderfully peaceful 🌻 Happy Sunday 🌺