In my garden plants that were only a few weeks ago small seedlings are now strong and beautiful. The leeks, pulled from the earth, smelled sweet, strong, fresh.
At the beach Robin played with Charlie. The sea had thrown itself back leaving wide clean sand.
Today I started work early, then walked, alone, along berry filled hedges to the blue sea. I stood for a while with the wind wrapped around me and contemplated the texture of water. Sunlight reminded me of a poem from The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems.
Until I saw the sea
I did not know
could wrinkle water so.
I never knew
could splinter a whole sea of blue.
did I know before
a sea breathes in and out
upon a shore.
by Lilian Moore
Back home I settled again to work and watched the sea of time wash over different sands.