Pottering

Some days are just pottering days aren’t they? – nothing very energetic or exciting, more a quiet tidying this and that, a contemplating, voting in the local elections, watching the progress of the light. And I’m feeling towards the close of day that the teachers who, through the ages, have encouraged a slowing down, a ‘consider the lilies of the field,’ an attentive watchfulness, have, between them, got it right!

Ordinary?

Packing my bags today for return to the Lakes tomorrow. I’m struck by the thought that it’s usually Edinburgh’s ‘ordinary’ scenes that remain in my mind’s eye while I’m away, if any Edinburgh scene could ever be called such a thing. Summer should be in the air when I return here in June …