Time passes. I think we have all noticed that. Recently, on my morning walks, I have noticed some trees blossoming. But this photo is from three years ago. It was just a quick grab photo on my way to work. As you can see the light was very bright and contrasty, which made the blossoms stand out against the dark tree. Only the week before, there had been quite heavy snow, so the rapid change was quite remarkable. As I walked past, it was a quick snap with my iPhone and then on.
I was going to write about life on the beach – but then I noticed the date – and decided that I would write about Thanksgiving instead.
In the UK we tend to slowly take on things from the US – liablity lawyers, Adam Sandler – all the good stuff. But I do think we should get the British Museum to borrow Thanksgiving from the US and forget to return it – or take molds from it so we can cast our own.
I think in the UK we do lots of things well, but if we had this holiday, it would help us to recognise them too and then maybe when New Year’s Day comes around we wouldn’t feel quite so down.
In a moment I will go for a late night walk and think about things I should be grateful for – what would you choose?
I think I have walked around the park every day since the first lockdown. Normally, in the noise of work and rush, the seasons tend to pass outside the window, but because we have all been at home I have been able to notice the changes in the weather as the seasons pass.
As you can see, we have had a patch of foggy weather, which makes me think we are transitioning into winter. I’m trying to think of a good poem to quote which would describe the feeling of walking through a foggy landscape. Any ideas?
Anyway, to come back to the original thought – it is gently pleasing to see the seasons pass – notice the days get longer and then get shorter again. I used to hate getting up to go to work in the dark and then returning home in darkness. But it did mean that I got to see sunrise, which always feels special, particularly in spring, when the light seems golden on the morning frost.