Thunder
Dear reader, It has been a very long time since I last wrote to you. There has to be something to say before I can say it. Sometimes I say too much about too little. I suppose I have to brood, to allow what seems right at this point in time to build up before it can break - like the thunder storm now breaking in the warm dense air hanging over the garden. I watch a buzzard circle high into the purple tinged clouds - and notice a pair of swifts - the first I've seen. As I watch them my heart lifts with them in the silent air, before the first crack of thunder and heavy raindrops send me indoors. Being in close proximity to the garden for a more prolonged period - allows us the privilage of seeing growth in much more detail. I have been able to make more adjustments this year and it has given me a great deal of satisfaction. I really do appreciate having this space and feel for those who don't have access to a garden. The thunder and its gradual build up is like a metaphor for