If there’s one thing that makes it evident there’s a seasonal transition going on, it’s got to be the recent mud. A couple wet days and the heavy soil makes for clumpy boots, sticky shovels, soupy paths and a pigsty chicken run. It definitely reminds me of the spring thaw back in Maine.
Hearing one’s wellies squish squash while walking, brings awareness to the quiet cusp of winter-spring. No whirring lawn trimmers and zooming tour buses polluting the air with their constant background noise.
Quiet, but not silence for the birdsong in the background is pleasant and welcome and so uplifting that I felt a literal spring in my step, quite the opposite from that of having the bottom of my feet suctioned into the earthy mud.
Isn’t the power in a change of perspective just marvellous? So too will I embrace the next, and every, noisy tourist season here on the island, but for now mud season it is. Quiet time.
We’ve been keeping the chickens and ducks in their run because of the bird flu virus. Yesterday we decided to let them out of their muddy coop for a while. Rather than just have their normal free range area to roam, we opened the gate separating them from the gardens and allowed them in. I’m pretty sure they too felt a bit of spring in their step!
This is my ‘gate’ photo for this week’s One a Week Photo Challenge. I took so many photos of gates- there are hundreds on the island of all varieties. I surprised myself by using this picture because the gate wasn’t what I had intended to capture at all. It’s the most personal one of the lot and, in the end, also had the best story to tell.
p.s. Johnny says the willow planter reminds him of a giant birds nest and seeing it here, I agree.