Nature is Nourishing

Please be assured we stuck to the rules while doing this – but we had a nice little picnic yesterday!

God it was lovely.

There’s a big path not far from ours, and the kindly farmer has expanded it so it’s more than two metres wide! So now dog-walkers and ramblers can use it without having to climb into the hedge to keep two metres apart when they pass each other. Isn’t that awesome? I’ve never had a high opinion of farmers, but that’s such a great gesture.

Anyway – to the point – to the picnic – if you take said path, it leads you to a little meadow bit that has been left growing wild for about five years now. At this time of year it’s resplendent with Spring flowers, horny birds and assorted insects.  So we marched down there with out blanket and our basket and our son and our suncream and had, as they used to say, a Gay Old Time. There is something about eating a pork pie in a field that is just so refreshingly wonderful. Everything tastes better in the open air. I apologise if you’re reading this and you live in a City. I’m not trying to rub your nose in the fact that I live somewhere where lockdown isn’t like a prison sentence, I’m just trying to point out how incredibly, incredibly, incredibly grateful I am to be living where I am, with who I am. The lesson to be learned from all this, I think, is that family and friends are everything, material value is limited, and we all need to slow it down, stop accumulating and appreciating what we already have.

God, won’t it be nice when I’m talking about something else?

RC 10-5-20