… The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
Mary Oliver
From
Last night the rain spoke to me
I don’t usually mind a bit of a splashing but, half drowned, I headed home early for hot chocolate this morning. Not a hint of a golden sunrise today. Streams, rivers and lakes swelling. Sheep looking fed up. But – keeping a weather eye out for sunshine – there (always, really) comes the time for ‘on your marks, set, go’ and another three miles before further ‘lake replenishment!’
wind in my wheels 🌱 
A sound dousing isn’t always the most fun, but ahh, Simon, those clouds! The way they are swirling and dancing across the horizon? Magical! And I could just envision the ‘fed up sheep.’ 😂 Hope you are cozied up by the fire now…. ☺️ xo
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Yes: I think I’m a bit of a cloud follower really 😘xx
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