Boxing Day 2015.

Of course the French do not have Boxing Day but we, being English, will always think of December 26th in that way and that it is often a day for walking, if the weather is kind.

Today is mild with pleasant sunshine shining from a blue sky.  Not particularly seasonal but very welcome after so many grey, damp days.

We take a short stroll to the edge-of-town "green lane".  We sit on a bench at the top of a path and I leave my husband there to rest his bad knee while I walk a little further, as far as my back will allow...what a couple of old crocks we have become!  On my return he decided to head for home.  I opted to stay a bit longer, pretend the surroundings are our garden - something we do not have unfortunately.

Due to yet more "technogrief" (see a previous blog post) I am unable to upload photos from my camera to my computer and thence to my blog...so it hardly seems worth taking any.  I left my camera at home and hope instead to find the right words to describe the picture...

I sit on a bench
raise my face to the sun
bask in its gentle warmth
Nearby a clear and sparkling
brook babbles its hurry
I look across an expanse
of bright green fields
towards the dark shapes
of forested hills on the horizon
birds chirrup and cheep
I hear the tap-tapping
of an unseen woodpecker
Upwards dark, bare branches
leave traceries against the blue
A light breeze suddenly soothes
my face, like an answered prayer.