1. As I walk up the hill to Frant Road running water in a tiny gulley beside the pavement falls over clots of leaves and twigs.
2. Coming to the end of work and finding it's still broad daylight.
3. Walking along a residential street and hearing someone playing a saxophone in one of the houses.
Glad to hear you are getting out of work in daylight hours. As always beautiful blog. Michelle
ReplyDelete4. Folding little paper boats and floating them down the roadside stream.
ReplyDelete5. Knowing the song being played and singing along. (quietly of course)
The stretching of the daylight in late winter is one of my favourite things. It's as though spring is tugging on the sunlight, telling winter to hurry up and be done with it.
ReplyDeletein the house across from our old house, the teenage son used to play bagpipes. it was so much fun to hear him practice on warm evenings.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if people who walk past my place when I am teaching violin would think those sounds were beautiful. Perhaps they might be wondering what is happening to those cats...
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