Did you shout at it? he often asks when he knows that my walk has been a windy one. I did today. That’s enough, now, I said, loudly as once too often it tried to wrench the umbrella from my hand. (My left hand I might add, as my right is still feeble, bless it.) It was a grit your teeth kind of walk, I told him. And it was, though I did smell the earth, newly wet, and hear the blackbirds (they still sing even in the relentless rain, which as the yesterday’s Nature Diary advised us (he read it out at breakfast) we need it, Nature needs it). And I tried to encourage the delights of such sensations to cancel out the irritation of the wind and rain and the aching in my shoulder. Ah, I’ve had enough of moaning. It is improving.
A quiet day today, reading and sleeping. I hope. Along with washing and ironing. The sun yesterday was glorious again as I sat reading S&S. It feels like another season today.
