- seven different species of bird at the feeders including a nuthatch and a spotted woodpecker, and a nice little ecosystem going on with the shy high-stepping pheasant, the ground-feeding small birds, the wood pigeon and two squirrels cleaning up the mess underneath, deliberately thrown out of the feeder by the fussy ones
- the showers, cold though they are – they bring such lightshifts behind them
- a bank of white periwinkles just outside the French door behind me
- the first snowdrop
- red flowers on the japonica
- a few dozen bulbs coming through – all the more wonderful because I'd forgotten I'd planted them
- the laughter of a green woodpecker – 'yaffingale' – somewhere off in the woods
- feeling good in my body (though also on more subtle levels) because of starting the week yesterday with a morning of dance
- and because of having spent a couple of lovely hours lightly pruning the apple trees with TM on Sunday (must be getting old – that was so satisfying, and a decade or two ago I'd have thought it the height of bourgeois-ness)
- the privilege of looking after apple trees
- the smell of one of our huge orange squashes roasting (gardeners: the big orange ones are rouge vif d'etampes, grown from seed I saved the previous year; tasty, good keepers; email me if you'd like me to save you a few seeds from the next one!)
- the lingering feelgoodness of the poetry day with 'my' group on Saturday
- the lingering smugness of meditating again :-)
- the quiet, with the restless westerly outside
- a whole day to write, and a fire to write by
- I'm alive, with enough to eat, a lovely place to live, shelter, dear friends and family, and not in a warzone...
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