Loud quietude...

Soon after five am the exuberant birdsong shatters the silence... JOY! LIFE! LIGHT!
Myriad voices and songs.
Rejoicing in the new day, in life, in new life burgeoning and promising.

Today a new but familiar voice had me smiling. The continuous grating tone of the grasshopper warbler. Not heard that here before.

One or two of the birds follow me from bush to bush, singing close by.

Early work outdoors is grand.  Sweet mild air, sorting and tidying, moving things needfully, with the cats tracking me. Then feeding them and the air full of the sound of crunching bones as they feast on raw chicken before subsiding into sated sleep.

 Mild now, grey and still. The wind has eased and rain is promised. So much needed. it will be hard and heavy they say so the remnants of the appalling gorse fires will be quenched. 
They sear the very soul. Malicious and damaging, no care for the young life they destroy.

Of course it never knows when to stop, but there we are... The ground is parched and to the young plants rain is lifeblood. 

So, today sorting and planting out and replanting emptied trays .  in between, as always knitting for sale to feed needy ones. 

Just an ordinary day out here.