If the truth were told this picture's a bit of cheat. I took it a while ago - one of many attempts to capture the transient wisps of cloud that drift across the conifers of Bagnage Wood.
It seems that if the mist isn't hugging the Rea Valley at the bottom of the hill then it's settled around our shoulders up here. Perhaps it's the price one pays for living at the top of a low mountain. On a day like today, for mist read 'rain'. Badnage Wood is barely visible; sky, field and trees are merged in an amorphous grey mass. It seems to have been raining forever and the foreseeable future looks fairly damp too. I'm now writing the blog I wasn't going to write. The one about rain.Depressed? Down-hearted? Moi? Not really - just vaguely frustrated that the possibilities of the English summer are passing by. Long leisurely sun-drenched days are myth or memory, roses waterlogged, perennials sagging, vegetables refusing steadfastly to grow, a wardrobe of summer clothes unworn. (Although my plight can't be as bad as M & S's who surely have rails of flimsy garments hanging unsold while punters rummage elsewhere for cashmere and fleece.) I've missed long summer evenings sitting in the gloaming, watching the swallows swoop their way to roost and then dodging bats a-flutter as the stars come out.
Hey ho! Is the cream jug half full or the milk jug half empty? I come down on the side of optimism; the cream jug is half full. Even when the box of optimism looks fairly depleted I can always find a few bits at the bottom. You know the sort of thing - raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.....
Rain, rubbish weather - from my perspective this is still a pretty good place to be.
As luck would have it....
I've been tagged. Again.
(I have snailbeachshepherdess to thank this time.)
- 5 things to pick you up from being down:
'Worse things happen at sea' - This profound pearl of wisdom came from my brother when we were aged 8 and 10 respectively and a small friend cut her foot wading in a pond. Yep, it's true isn't it? Boats sink. Sharks have sharp teeth......Why am I moaning - there are others far worse off than me. Put things in perspective.
Do something - Get out. Walk. Weed. Dig. Listen. Talk. Shop. Get involved in something. Anything but introspection.
Whistle a happy tune....'I'm H. A. P.P. Y. cos I'm S. A. V.E .D. G. L. O. R. Y. has made F. R. double EE.' Hmm. Maybe not that one - but I do remember a friend at school singing it and falling about laughing. Sing. Make a joyful noise. Make it loud.
Put things in small boxes - compartments - don't try to eat the elephant in one go.
Remember nothing lasts forever - everything passes. What's a wave on a pond today is a ripple tomorrow and still water the day after.
If I could have a 6th it would be stillness.