Seasons are playing silly tricks on us. I walked this path regularly last year, monitoring nature, seeking the first primroses and savouring the shapes of skeletal trees in winter. Above you see it in full lush leaf on 5th May last year. Today I can still see the bones of the landscape, witness to a tardy Spring .
My walks are no longer daily, punctuated by armchair weather watching. On rare fine days I can be seen making a labour of covering a hundred metres, with frequent pauses to rest against a wall, or to see what flowers are out, to count the rare bees and listen to the birds.
Toddlers lurch and tumble,
old crones hobble and stumble —
in between: we stride.
for dVerse Haibun Monday