Another walk with John Clare is due. Winter is certainly smiling today. It’s a clear crisp morning. In the night the secret ministry of frost has been at work.
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With the turn of the year the gardener’s ‘sap’ rises. Though it’s too cold yet to be sowing most seeds, I warm myself with dreams of hot summer days to come with colourful border displays.
Some mindful moments of a winter day lit up by glorious sunshine. As the sun sets, a stillness rests over our village. We end our day with Wordsworth for a cottage fireside evening.
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After a very cold night we wake to a crisp winter morning of frosted grass with the bright sun rising over the house tops. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘, full of the ‘innocence of a new born day‘.
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A Listening Heart 