Our river often looks like a living silvery thread with clear skies and a full moon and that is totally magical. Two nights ago the millpond was enveloped in the most wonderful mist just above water level. Last night an owl swooped so close to my face it made my step falter.
I always think of the william Davies poem:
What is this life, if, full of care
Wehave no time to stand and stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how they can dance
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare