A Summers
Afternoon
by Ian Curtress
A gentle breeze from the
south east is controlling the temperature on this
delightful
English summers afternoon.
Blessed with a panoramic vista from this welcome
seat at the end of my garden I indulge in
beautiful thoughts.
An amalgam of memories views, wishes and
imagination.
Memories of long walks through heavens pathways
in the Cotswolds.
Pausing to wonder at natures green architecture,
the rise in that far off hill, perfect.
Those two huge Oaks placed there as if by an
angels eyes.
Who will have sat under those seeking welcome
shade in centuries past
That row of Poplars, a windbreak. Yes, placed
there by man, but shaped by Nature.
Then the Wishes.
A wish for more understanding what a unique gift
our planet is.
If only we would learn to exchange looking for
seeing.
To my mind the greatest truism to which most at
some time in their life will accept is..
You do not appreciate something until it is lost.
Then why not live by that maxim.
And now Imagination or Dreams, call it what you
will.
It enables one to have their own parallel
Universe. A place where you will never be
forgotten or let down. Where there are always
happy endings because you write the script.
I’m sure it was imagination that developed
language.
Man wanting to tell his mate he loved her.
It was imagination and curiosity which started
man on discovery
Imagination can be a safety valve. Where a
journey in your other World can put the real one
in perspective
A cow has just decided to join me from behind the
fence.
Apart from farmers, few would think of cows as
particularly attractive animals. But having
watched them over many years in the pasture which
adjoins my garden I have become attached to them.
Their curiosity when they see me in the garden.
Their struggle calving and their care and
attention to their young. Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder.
Back to my view looking up to Devils Chimney.
People can just be seen by the Trig point. If it’s
their first visit I know they will surprised and
amazed. Spirits uplifted I’m sure unless
dead of Soul.
The light shawl of breeze has faded and now too
warm for sensible exposure so thoughts back in
serendipity box but it remains unlocked…….
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