|Yellow gorse, daffodils and cloud dappled sky - suitable for runners|
On the opposite side of the coin, when the sun
comes out to highlight all the colours of the day my sense of well-being can border on euphoria, as it did for a little while at the beginning of last week, before the days of doom and gloom. Spring was everywhere, hawthorn hedges bursting into leaf, blackthorn and wood anemones forming a white haze, flowering currant red against the vivid blue sky, splashes of yellow from daffodils, gorse, forsythia and a myriad celandines worshipping the sun beneath waving catkins. Ducks dabbled, spindly legged lambs were being born even as we ran past whilst back in the village a happy thrush sang his morning matins from the topmost branch of the tallest tree.
|Flowering currant brightening my garden...|
|Forsythia at Low Common....|
morning singing Land of Hope and Glory. It's not often I do that. Especially if there's anyone around! But it isn't just me. Spring invokes this marvellous, uplifting and life-giving phenomena in the whole of creation, birds, beasts, flowers and trees. As a runner flowing through this rich landscape I'm acutely aware of the pageant that unfolds all around me, from the flowers around my feet to the skylark's notes showering from above.
|Blackthorn by the Wharfe....|
Somewhere on my wild travels, and I hope someone will tell me where, I recall seeing a plaque tacked to a boulder and inscribed with words from Psalm 150: "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord". Surrounded by such beauty in the flush of Spring I hear Earth's Amens in a thousand different voices, mingling with my own as I run in ceaseless wonder through all the marvels of His wonderful creation...