Sunday

Typical timber and brick Essex house

LS is throwing books down from the loft, Abstracts of Archaeology and Art, great heavy tomes that have never been read going back years.  Clearing out has a certain satisfaction it is like removing a heavy weight from one's back.  The great bags of magazines that also came down are for Kesukie, and there is more stuff in the studio that the BM will pick up next week. 

Geese flew low over the roof tops this morning, a beautiful sight, were they coming in from the estuary to feed in the fields, who knows but their voices have been heard most days as they fly inland.

Exciting but they are considered something of a nuisance by farmers.  Having brought many types of food to encourage the small birds, (I already have a flock of 20/30 sparrows) the starlings are very hungry at the moment and attack any food that I put out which is a bit discouraging, if I want to see some of the smaller birds.

Another box hits the ground from the loft smashing open and revealing its contents of conservation magazines, luckily I had been told to stay in my study as the string broke....  Perhaps we should all invest in a Kindle, storing books and magazines is backbreaking!

I turn to photos for relief from the grayness outside, and find this which brought a smile to my face when I saw it. 

And those few lines of Mary Oliver's poem, Wild Geese echoes once again in the memory....

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.