Wordsworth lost it when he saw fields of daffodils. I wonder what he thought of bluebells.
It’s been a busy 2 weeks—a long-awaited holiday from work, with my birthday in the middle. Staycations around here always end up with a list of things I haven’t done, often seemingly longer than the to-do created at the beginning. Back to work tomorrow, and it’s tempting to slip into a maudlin haze of regret and self-flagellation.
But this afternoon we took a trip out to some nearby woods with their eye-aching green and blue carpets, and the memory of what brought me back to these shores 10 years ago.
I found peace again.
