It’s been
two weeks since I blogged.
When was the
last time I allowed so much time to elapse?
I guess it
is an effect of Lockdown.
A number of
friends have said that they are losing track of time. Nigel and I are both still working and have scheduled
meetings so that helps to keep a grip but even so…
The main
clock for me has been the dandelion clock.
At the
start of Lockdown my phone filled up with pictures of each spring flower as it
blossomed – celandines, violets, purple ground ivy, red dead nettle, bluebells.
Blackthorns
and cherries blossomed luxuriantly.
However,
the clock has run on, and there are now some different photos, of flowers run
to seed.
Like the
dandelion clock.
It has made
me feel a little melancholy that this perfect spring of gin-clear skies and
abundant blossom is past its peak.
Yet without
the seeds, there would be no new flowers.
Just so,
the Lockdown period of simple, black-and-white rules, which has in some way
been comforting, is likely at the end of next week to give way to a world where
there are more grey zones and one must use judgement.
But without
that, how can life move on?
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