NOW AND THEN - HOPE
At a time when hope is needed more than ever, the simple pleasures of nature bring me joy. Every year I feel the light of spring with the arrival of the swallows after their epic migration from South Africa. I have spent an anxious few weeks now waiting for their return to the village after reading reports that many had not survived the spring storms. Yesterday I saw the first swallows swooping over my roof terrace, not yet in their normal numbers but I hope more are on their way. Once again, for another year, I am missing the bluebells. They are another sign of hope and love, a sea of sky blue carpeting the woods, reminding me of my childhood, my loved and lost and special times my own children and dear friends. Maybe next year I will walk in the bluebells.