Hasn’t the last year been outright odd! Days have snowballed into weeks and months into more than a year. More than a year of our lives disrupted, wondering what normal ever was or will be again.
Do I miss my daily commute? No. Are people more than a head on a screen? Probably - but I'm not sure how tall anyone is! Will I give up my early morning and lunch time rambles to return to a life less ordinary? Absolutely not. And I’ll tell you why.
It’s because there’s nothing ordinary about nature or just being, outside with wildlife, on your own sometimes but not always.
There’s nothing that compares to simply feeling, seeing and smelling the seasons change, being cold, being hot, rain, wet hair, wet feet from heavy dew. Snow, hail, blossom on the hedges and trees, bluebells, butterflies, bees. Swallows arrive, lawns are cut, the scent of honeysuckle drifts on the evening breeze seducing insects, bats feast at head height.
Now it’s nearly summer, life is real and certainly not ordinary. June is almost here and it’s time to be wild every day for thirty days.