Tuesday, 28 April 2009
[EILEEN SOPER, RMS SWLA (1905-1990)]
A mundane moment in my day can be transformed into a magical one by a shaft of sunlight suddenly and fleetingly illuminating the garden, or a pheasant glimpsed strolling across the lawn.
Today I had both these in quick succession as I sat at the kitchen table writing my shopping list. They were then immediately followed by a delightful dance performed in front of my eyes by two tiny little birds (long-tailed tits I subsequently found out): one flitting around the blades of grass, almost as big as he; the other hovering, hummingbird-like, before the dark column of the cypress tree, settling momentarily on the thick greenery waving in the wind before hovering once more, resting for a heartbeat and then both disappearing, as suddenly as they had arrived, on a gust of air.