I sat in the garden for a minute or two with a cup of tea. No book, phone, pen or paper.
The heat continues, and my mended but sadly damaged foot does not like it one little bit. I rested it high on the rickety garden table and closed my eyes and tried for a moment to feel cool.*
The sounds in the garden were so lovely.
A slight breeze – ever so slight – rustling the leaves of the smoke tree.
A crow, calling from the cedar.
A train, trundling past into town.
A line of ants, all those little feet, marching up the cherry tree, and another line coming back down.
A pair of goldfinches playing in the maple tree, trilling and twittering. A flash of yellow and red. Have you ever heard such a noisy, sweet call? It’s worth listening out for.
I don’t think I have heard it so clearly, until today. And it was such a fine moment.
Thank you, charming little birds**.
PS: Have you read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt? It will stay with you for a long time, it’s one of those books. I loved it.
*I don’t often manage this, ask my children 🙂
** Guess what a group of goldfinches is called?