“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive but to be young was very heaven.”
But alas I am no longer young. Sunrise lights up chin hair vibrant with life, glistening with promise.
One quick snip and those telltale whiskers are gone. For now.
Note to self, make an appointment for wax/thread/electrolysis in New Year.
This was the view form our hotel window last Friday. It overlooked the golf course and the grass was crisp with frost.
I could have stayed and watched it melt for many minutes but I didn’t, I ate a tepid hot breakfast and went to look after William.
I’ll not bore you with the detail, but it was the first rainfree day for about a month we took him to the top of Firle Beacon and intended to go for a walk. He had other plans.
Begin by identifying every living creature in sight.
Moo. Baa. Clip clop noise. Caw.
Move onto inanimate stuff. Brrm.
Test wellies in every puddle. Turn over stones large and small. Poke sticks in to mud. Stroke grass with cold bare hands. Try to climb the wire fence despite Granny pointing out the sharp hurty bits. Allow yourself to be lured away with snaffled hotel biscuits.
We were up there for an hour and didn’t leave the car park. It was a particularly well placed car park for spectacle, but his absorption in each and every detail was contagious. It was all there for him but he didn’t possess it. And Time, that familiar tyrant, became irrelevant. We left because his trousers were drenched. The wellies held up though.
Back to Wordsworth. His was the quote at the top. He didn’t just do daffodils.
Another favourite poem – this came on the Camino with me.
The World Is Too Much With Us
I have so much to learn and unlearn.
But he’s a patient teacher.