Anything, Everything
Now that the weather is brightening up, with a few exceptions, more and more life is starting to emerge. If this isn’t something to look forward to, I dont know what is. Sometimes just to exist and observe is all you need.
Today I went for a walk in my local park, and for a little while, things felt normal. It’s rare I see so many people on a Sunday. The crocuses, it seems, have invaded and are everywhere. I feel like I’m seeing them more this year than ever, but it might also be just me paying more attention.
Next time you’re out walking, whether it be to go to the shop, walking the dog or your daily exercise, make an effort to notice things. Any spots of colour you’ve never paid attention to, a flower in a cluster of trees, berries. Crocuses emerging from a patch of grass in a business park. The colour of the sky.
Particurly since we’re being encouraged to be more at home for the time being, our environments have to be adapted to be more cosy, more conducive, maybe constantly changing to feel a sense of movement. Flowers are a welcome dash of colour, as well as a mood lifter.
Right now, every days feels the same. Get up, work, clean, eat, bed. Sometimes, however, a bit of repetition, that bit of surety is nice. Somethings, you can set your watch by.
Crocuses, for example, turn up in the same spot at the local wooded area every year about this time, without fail. Today, as the workers were cutting down a massive amount of foliage that had managed to grow undisturbed for such a long time, knowing that these little things will still pop up no matter what is unusually comforting.
There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.
Today’s premise is simple. Just appreciating how nature can present itself in such ways, whether its the brightest sunset or the tallest trees, the smallest flowers or the most distinct looking animals.
Winter can be a dull, drab time. Everything is grey or brown or just a bit icky (when there’s no snow about, in which event everything is glorious). But often thats when the odd splash of colour, usually going unnoticed, might suddenly pop out at you in the shape of leaves, flowers, little red berries.
The Wrekin is a bit of a treat this time of year, I think. Vivid colours, snowdrops… Even when there’s no leaves on the trees, there’s still a haunting beauty about them.
A simple one today, but not ineffective. I’ve seen some flowers coming out today, and this makes me happy. I feel like flowers should be more appreciated as just… marvels. Maybe I’m just zen from from my 11 hours sleep, I don’t know.
I like flowers, okay?!
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