Such a joy to be in nature’s domain, walking along quiet lanes in the late spring sunshine.
In wild green verges, butterflies and bees flit from one wildflower to the next, feasting on comfrey nectar.
Buzzards circle higher and higher, wings sun-glazed, oblivious to the tale of Icarus, while closer to earth, swallows swoop in fearless flight.
From the water’s edge, mayflies ascend with but a day of life to enjoy the gentle air.
This age-old scene of nature’s rituals and rich beauty fills me with poetry and song, and I dance along, pausing often to marvel at the miraculous.