Purple Promise

It’s been an OK day, Lots of practical stuff done,

One of which was washing the two cars. They have not been driven for nearly five weeks, and were dusty/dirty and splattered with bird droppings, I have been turning the ignition key on each week for half an hour to keep the batteries going, and rolled them backward and forward to stop the brake disks sticking, but that’s been it, They now look presentable,

I’ve also finished a book, the first novel I’ve read in a long time - Wild Fire, the latest in the Shetland series (Ann Cleeves). It was good, Next the new Hilary Mantel, which will take me longer (it’s absolutely huge).

I suppose the big theme of the lockdown which sits behind everything is loss. I am missing the countryside and it’s landscapes, the sea, birds and other wildlife, old buildings, direct contact with family and friends, live music ..... the list goes on. And there’s a lot to be anxious about, which J has been particularly feeling this weekend.

What is getting me through all of this is focussing on the small things, and watching them change. Like these emerging allium florets. Seeing Spring progress is like watching a miracle happen. Thank goodness for our little garden.

Extra. As we sat on our bench with a cup of tea late morning, a sound from the hedge. A young hedge sparrow chick had fallen from the nest (extra). A bit too early I think. Hopefully it will survive if the parents continue to feed it outside the nest.
Update next day. Nest empty, so I think I was mistaken. The chick and it’s siblings must have fledged.