Our first Poppy suddenly bloomed overnight. It didn’t look that ready two days ago. There are at least eight more buds, some showing pink and some white. I do hope some of them turn out to be red.
We think the Goldfinches may have babies as they are constantly collecting sunflower hearts.
I like this poem, ‘Otherwise’ by Jane Kenyon which I only came across recently. I think it sums up being grateful for what we have each day as tomorrow may well bring something ‘otherwise’. It is certainly one to ponder.
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
by Jane Kenyon