I haven’t written for a few days. I’ve had a very bruised foot so I haven’t been able to walk very far. This is the dog’s own fault as she launched off my foot when leaping into the air, vertical take off! Three days without a walk and I am an insomniac, my back is shot and I am altogether washed out. The dog, on the other hand is fine. I think we walk for my sake really.
The days we have missed have been hot then wet and the lane is lush. Nettles grow to waist height and it is difficult to see the stream that flows beside the lane. There are exceptional places, like the ford, where the dog awaits her stick.
Sticks are hard to find as the undergrowth is now dense. Huge butterbur leaves dominate, though this provides cover for the dog as she waits to pounce.
Everything is changing, life is thriving, new flowers open, flowers that were new last week are shedding their petals before my eyes.
The elder is already heavy with blossom. It is a cool, rainy day but I feel summer has arrived.