Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sun is (sometimes) out today so I am feeling a little brighter and a trifle warmer too. However the road became frozen overnight after quite a bit of rain which had fallen earlier and in the early hours of this morning we heard vehicles struggling to get along, including a lorry. The council are usually excellent at gritting our road but I think this icy spell must have taken them by surprise.
As I sit and type I can see two dippers by the river, they are always a joy to see, all year round. Time for a poem by one of my much-loved poets.
It was winter, near freezing,
I'd walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.
It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.
It isn't mine to give.
I can't coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.
I am spending a fortune on bird food now, on both peanuts and seed; I had decided to cut back and just buy cheap old plastic bread for them in a bid to save money but I couldn't bear to see them so hungry and obviously not satisfied by such rubbish! But the rate they are getting through it is amazing. Never mind, I balance that with the joy I get from watching them. My own diet is very sparse at the moment while I stay off fats prior to my gallbladder operation and I reckon I am saving money there which will be spent on my dear feathered friends.
I was wondering what to write about this morning and decided to look back one year to the piece I posted on the 18th December 2010 to see what was happening then. - sometimes this is quite fun to do and can be quite revealing. So that is my gift to you today, a glimpse into the past. I cannot give you a voyage into the future but perhaps it's just as well.
One Year Ago
Have a good Sunday,
Go mbeannai Dia duit,