A Masked Weaver (Ploceus velatus) in an Acacia karoo
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength
that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely
healing in the repeated refrains of nature ― the assurance that dawn
comes after night, and spring after winter.
And there’s something so
absolutely pleasing about a bunch of carrots with tops on! Maybe it’s
the thought of pulling them out of the ground. As I stood there looking
down at the carrots, thunder rumbled its way into the distance, and then
the rain came, dropping words to the ground all around me.
The blossom
is spent and the trees are now all clothed in fresh green. Nature is
throbbing with the sound of summer, a loud bird chorus. I feel the
warmth of the sun on my shoulders and I feel at peace. If I had a song
that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.
