Monday, 9 July 2018

To everything there is a season: Claim yours now!

Hello there,
Today, on my walk up the narrow path, between the field of sheep and a paddock and along to the gate about fifteen minutes on, I saw that the foxgloves, nodding like marker flags along a slalom, were putting out the last of their bells. And that other tall pink flowers were taking over their watch amid bracken which is now shoulder height. 'To everything there is a season,' I muttered, and it set me thinking.

I have noticed over the seven years of walking this track that each year a different species flourishes more than the others. This year, for instance, the blackberry bushes are more abundant and tenacious than usual. So if you enjoy jam making or a slice of homemade blackberry tart - in Wales usually baked on a deep oven-proof plate - expect a bumper harvest when the fruit arrives. Now though, the bees and butterflies are feasting on the fragrant pink and white blossom.

Speaking of butterflies, they too take it in turns to outdo each other. Last year the cabbage white was the most plentiful. This year though, a pale tiny butterfly, no bigger than my thumbnail, is the species I see most. This little creature is having its day. And I don't even know what it's called. 

Life ebbs and flows. Do you feel like your life been on the ebb for ages? If the answer is Yes: step up to the plate and claim your flow now!

Yes, to everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3)

God bless

Teresa