I didn’t think that it was so many weeks ago that I made my last entry. The old saying is that ‘time flies when you’re enjoying yourself’, but I find that as I’ve got older, time flies regardless.
Now that the weather has finally decided to be more springlike, there is what seems like a rather daunting list of things that need doing in the garden. Being outside and working in the fresh air, even if it’s a mundane job like weeding, I find that it’s very therapeutic.
Just now we have large flocks of goldfinches, with smaller numbers of siskins feeding on the sunflower hearts in the feeders. They are a joy to watch when standing in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil or the toast to pop up.
On Easter Sunday, I was gazing out of the window in the morning and later in the day found that my thoughts had led to the following …
Easter Sunday 2022
The bird feeder is full
sunflower hearts, no husks.
It’s early, but first arrivals
land on topmost branches of
the Himalayan birch tree,
trampoline down to the feeder.
Branches spring back
as they land to feed –
first five then six feisty siskins,
goldfinches – too many to count.
The sky fills, more arrive
then, as one they leave in
an amoeba-like cloud –
circle, undulate, twist
turn then back to settle again.
Paper-white bark of the birch
stark contrast to grey clouds
telling only rain threatens here.
I look out on a peaceful scene –
how different in Mariupol, Kyiv
Kramatorsk, Donbas, Bucha, Brovary, Lviv …
No matter what we’re doing at the moment it is hard to forget ( and we shouldn’t) the horrors of war in Ukraine.