Perfect sailing day, blue skies with incredible cloud formations, the gentle swish of the water, bird calls and fluffy baby swans – heaven on earth!
I had fun learning how to lift and clean the tillers whist the boats were sailing. The lake is currently full of excess floating weeds that mess up the steering so my job at one point, as helper on the patrol motor boat, was to grab the back of the sail boats and raise the tiller so the weeds came off (easier than I thought!) feeling good!
Sometimes our days are sunny, soft clouds bedeck the sky,
The path we take is easy, our spirits fly on high.
But some days it is raining, the clouds all black and grey,
Come rolling in beside us and soon disrupt our day.
Then let your voice rise upward and reach beyond the mist,
And find the sun there shining in golden lines amidst.
Embrace the tiny song bird as it sits within the rain,
Knowing in its feathered heart the sun will shine again.
I linger this morning taking in the sunshine and gentle breeze. Grandson departed for the weekend, it’s just me and the sunshine. Nostalgia gone this morning I’m basking in English spring (remembering there is no real spring in China where I lived just rain, more rain, then the heat of summer). In South China beauty reigns in autumn but in England in the spring.
I think it was Kipling that wrote from India, “Oh to be in England now that April’s here,” (and May and June…)
It’s a time to be here to see nature awaken and blossom, to feel the chill winds turn to cooling breezes. I am reminded that where ever I am to be content, to take in the beauty that surrounds me and to breathe it out to others, sharing these breaths of nature’s bounty. The hand of God is everywhere!