A moment of pleasure

Surprisingly, it’s been my daily drive to the hospital this past four weeks. I drive past Edgbaston Old Church, then through The Vale, university halls. Beautifully landscaped grounds, a lake with swans, and the stiff dark green blades of snowdrops poking through the frosty grass. There are always crowds of students walking to lectures. Radio 3 on the car radio, and I start my day.

Feeding the ducks in the local park with DGS. His ‘belly’ laugh when he put duck food on my boot and the ducks took it from there was such a lovely sound.

We went for a walk and saw the snowdrops at a local national trust house on Sunday.

There's a blackbird near me and he was singing his heart out the other week before the frosts/snow and ice. I turned the television down just to sit back and listen and I could see where he was perched. It does lift the spirits no doubt about it.

I watched two Roe deer munching their way around the garden. Mother and juvenile I think. They are quite sensible, eating just a few leaves from each plant, giving them chance to recover, and their need is greater than mine. Surprisingly ivy is their favourite. I am used to muntjac, and foxes and badgers at night, but a first for these beautiful creatures.

On Sunday afternoon, although cold, it was sunny and dry and I went for a walk. It was lovely and could almost imagine it was summer in the sun.

How lovely. I love to hear the birds singing.