We had a lot of rain today, which kept me indoors doing
several of those little jobs I’ve been putting off. It cleared for a few hours
in the afternoon though, so I got my usual walk in and found myself talking to
the farm animals a lot. They seem to like me talking to them. Maybe they sense
how fond of them I am, or maybe they’re intrigued that a human creature is
taking an interest in them. Or maybe it’s something else. Who knows? And then
the rain returned, so I did some more jobs in the house.
The heavy sky brought the dusk down early.
Everything dripped in the quiet, damp air. It felt desolate. I like it like
that, because it’s only when all the visual and aural distractions are removed
that the energy of nature flows forth. That’s when the garden, the trees, the
hedgerows, the wild flowers, and the land in general feel most alive. I’ve said
all this before, but I never tire of letting it sweep over me.
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