Day Of Sunday Sunshine

A Day To Play


   The perfect spring morning of sunshine, blue skies and bird song greets us here in the fens, I've never known a better start to the day of rest. While fen folk gather at chrurch and chapel this bead maker will be enjoying the morning sowing seeds and working his small piece of soil, his rake will level the fine rich earth and seeds will fall in rows, the sun will warm his back and dreams will fill his head, dreams of fresh vegetables being pulled from the soil and picked from the stalk and bowls of mixed salad sitting on the table on warm summer days.
   This afternoon he will spend sitting by ponds throwing pots on his wheel and enjoying the feel of clay between his fingers, no better way to use this sunshine filled day can he think of.
   Those cold long months of winter when days such as this seemed so far away have now passed and the ice and snow are far in the past as the new green seasons head our way, the warm sun soothing our bones and the smell of cut grass is a welcome scent to our nose, at last we can enjoy the new life that moves around us, nest building in every tree and green leaf that appear fresh every morning, quiet warm evenings when gardeners stand and rest on hoe while church bell rings and bright mornings such as this when we all feel new and full of life once more.