The world can be a beautiful place.
While visiting Scotney castle, I watched a group of volunteers working and laughing and conversing away. It was a lovely little scene and I couldn’t help but think that there’s something beautiful about work and conversation when the two come together in a harmonious goal.
The fields, gardens, churchyards and sidewalks are blessed with their brief and beautiful presence.
Do Daffodils smile? Poets say they do. Walking on the sidewalk yesterday I came across these. I stopped and watched them rocking to and fro in the wind. I detected an expression of glee in their yellow faces, and then I saw it – they were smiling.
Yesterday, in the soft rain, I walked over to where we park our car. The sky and everything else seemed so grey – all a bit depressing. Then I saw them, pressed up against the trunk of a tree, a glorious clump of Daffodils. As I looked at them I was ushered into my day with a new sense of joy and vigour, and my mind turned to one of my favourite poets: