This week we have been lucky enough to have proper springlike weather up here. Dry, sunny and although not hot, warm enough to spend some time outside.
The other afternoon, I think it was Wednesday, P had removed the winter netting from the pond and the fish had finally woken up.
I walked down to sit on the bench beneath the blossom of the greengage tree and watch them for a while.
Although unable to hear much, I was very much aware of the various bird songs, especially that mellow, warbling trill of the blackbird.
It was a wonderfully calming way to spend an hour and I tried to imprint the experience onto my few remaining brain cells, to be recalled at a later date.
I recently read an article, one amongst many, that said that until a vaccine is found the current precautions we are all taking will only delay the spread of this virus and that eventually we are all likely to be infected.
I pondered whether I would be one of the lucky ones who would only experience mild symptoms and go on to survive, or if I would end up hooked up to a ventilator with a 50/50 chance of pulling through.
If it is to be latter I would like to think that somehow, even though I would most likely be sedated, I could have the calming background sound of gentle birdsong played to me, perhaps with an occasional waft of freshly mown grass to help me recall that calming pondside experience.