Woke up this morning to a beautifully streaked sky of pink and blue, icy cold, the birds singing, the soft rose coloured sun hitting the windows of the church, sadly my camera battery was charging.
On yesterday's walk Lucy and I wandered along the river, and I filmed it's brown surface and listened to the noise of the water over the stones. Lillie said on the weekend walk, 'granny haven't you got any birds on the river?' Unfortunately not, no swans, no ducks, not the sharp blue of the kingfisher, just the occasional heron or moorhen. Arrow shaped leaves are gathering and pushing upwards on its banks, ransoms, bringing the early smell of garlic to grace the world.
I am so sick of Trump and Brexit in the news, why have we become such a self-serving narcissistic world of people, why can't we worry about the animals that are forced out of their lands, forests destroyed for palm oil, jungles cleared and encroached on so that the beautiful lions become scarce, and the elephants killed for their ivory. We watched a film on Friday, The Fifth Element, complete foolishness but in its terrible cityscapes with cars flying by, you could almost see our time with everyone glued to a phone and not caring for anything outside their scope of life - which I find really frightening.