the ordinary

Now that the mornings are finally brightening it is time to get back to early morning walks. Between 7.00 and 7.30am I stumble outdoors to feed the dogs and then we set off for our walk which takes us along quiet lanes sometimes dusted with snow, sometimes under grey clouds, sometimes under blue skies. We hear the raven's throaty call, see ducks rising from the marshy wooded roadside, listen to the singing of the frogs. We walk this walk, the dogs and I, each morning with footsteps taking us past all the familiar sights. The fields, the drumlins, the wind stubbed trees, the tumbling stone walls, the hedges, the bubbling stream, the simple, the ordinary, the peace, the peace, the peace.