I talked about it before, that focussing in on the small things and the delight they bring. Is it an age thing? Who knows and who cares, it helps me through the stiff and tired days, and with doing things that I’d rather not do like housework. Take this morning for example. It’s mopping all the floors in the flat week this week so I had to go down and do the outer stairs. I opened the front door only to be utterly taken over by the sound of the 4am birdsong. It was mostly blackbirds, or was it just one? Whatever it or they were it was marvellous. Perhaps this doesn’t qualify for a small thing, for it was large. A cacophony of sound, and so chirrupy and joyful. It helped with my work. So thank you, birds.
