I had an e-mail this morning that quite stunned me. It
reminded me yet again that life often takes a seemingly mischievous pleasure in tossing you what you least expect and saying ‘There you are. How are you going
to handle this?’ And what continues to surprise me is that I rarely react to
the unexpected as I would have predicted.
So then I took a walk to clear my head and consider my
response.
The hedgerows are at the point of maximum growth at this
time of year, and haven’t yet begun to fade. It lends their appearance an air
of wildness, an unkempt aspect that is both rich and ragged until the autumn
takes its toll and the farmers trim them back to neat conformity. The air was warm,
still and sultry. The animals grazed contentedly, the emerald meadows lay unruffled,
and the crops in the cornfields stood proud and golden. It was a dreamlike
scenario, and for once the sense of melancholy seemed almost right.
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