The was lovely light when I was out for my constitutional this morning and everything looked beautiful.
I was brought up by my mother to appreciate the tiny things and to see possibilities of beauty everywhere. Ditches and hedgerows were precious places to her and she never missed the magic that was likely to linger there – if only for a millisecond or a few days.
She used to joke with me that I was afraid I’d see a dead rat rather than a primrose when we were ‘exploring’ ditches.
Well, today I felt like she was with me as the glorious light played with the ditch and let me glimpse the kind of perfect patchwork that she used to savour: