I am not ashamed to declare that were it not for the close proximity of the green and the hours that I spend wandering among the walnut trees and down the little lanes that lead off it, my health and well-being would be on a distinctly downward spiral. The green has been my most efficacious medicine during the last two years and the one that is a pleasure to take.
Today I woke to a misty morning...
I should have taken my camera but sometimes a camera comes between the observer and the object of his attention and distracts from that 'being in the moment' appreciation of the world. So no pictures, only words.
The cobwebs are beautiful this morning, studded with drops of dew that looked like tiny, shiny pearls strung on a strand of the finest silver.
Those that are in the walnut trees are anchored among the lower branches and then woven into the most wondrous multitude of complex geometric patterns, each unique to their spinner, each beautiful and delicate.
Those that are in the grass lie like small scraps of lace torn from a bridal veil after the nuptials are over.
It takes such faith and such persistence to weave a web.
I remember the day that I had to move out of the previous house and take temporary refuge on the floor of a colleague's tiny boxroom with my two cats and the dog. On that day I was so stressed I was beyond feeling anything, numb with exhaustion and mentally stretched to my limits, I was in the depths of despair. And the next day, having been sent home from the office because I looked so ill, I sat on a chair in his little garden and watched a spider repairing her web and I thought "Home is where the heart is and sometimes we must take our battered and bruised selves and, with a brave heart and courage, we must build a new home even if it is somewhere other than where we might wish to be."
Just like the spider...
And so it was that I moved here and was given the gift of the green...