Sunny Start

The Garden Calls


   The bank holiday as arrived and after the rain showers of yesterday we wake to sunshine, a still quiet morning in which I sit and plan my day, beads to clean and photograph followed by a day working in the garden I'm thinking.
   Tho the day will be a busy one and job list is long it will be such a pleasure to spend it in the fresh summer air, the trees now wear their spring jewellery and once again the countryside is a rich green that cradles blossom of every colour, how i wish these quiet mornings would last forever, no traffic passes the cottage nor machines working the flat rich fenland, just nature going about her business, the sound of dove call, water from the ponds and the whispers of forgotten fen tigers who walked this rich land before us.
   My eyes light up with the thought of tomorrow's holiday being spent throwing pots next to the pond in the sunshine, a day with no worries or demands to spoil, just a man with his clay to form while the rest of the world passes, for the first time this year this bead maker is to enjoy the warm sunshine and a weekend of enjoyment and rest.
    No trips to the coast or country drives that he longs for this time but a chance of relaxation pleases him and time to recharge those batteries that keep him fighting for this life he loves and adores, that old bead hermit who watches the world pass by while happy in his world of glass, magic and clay.