I cant change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. Jimmy Dean . I rather like that saying . It has a sort of resonance that I find charming and challenging . We dont always like change . It can disconcert us . It can make us feel inwardly frightened . Worried about how the change will affect us . We can be accept the changes or reject them . WE have a choice . Sometimes we like change . I dont think that Covid can be a change we enjoy. It threatens us and we still have not got used to having it around . We want that change to end . I dont know how you feel but I have had enough of it . So many changes - no travel , no visiting relatives or friends .
But in a way that change has shaped us and made us what we are . Sometimes stronger than we were before . Sometimes more determined . How drab and dull our lives would be without change and the challenges it brings . I was feeling a little philosophical this morning
. Change was hitting me with a vengence with a sledge hammer. What would our lives be without the changes of the seasons? I have seen seasons change in Derbyshire and now in North Wales . Spring has changed to Summer and Summer is now creeping ever closer to Autumn. Could we put up with perpetual Winter? Or long hot summers without rain ? Ringing the changes - that is what we need and I was intent on embracing change today .
It is the first day of August as I set off my early morning constitutional . I had the plan . The main road , round the block and home again in time for coffee . As I walked out of the village I spotted the leaves thrown in the middle of the road . Someone overnight had decided to lop the overhanging hedge the council were ignoring . In a fit of pique they had thrown the branches into the road . They wanted something to change and took it into their own hands . It is the 213th day of 2021 . It is the 30th week of the year . The thoughts were spinning
round my head . Where was the year going to? Where would I be in one month , three months , by the end of the year? I walked up the hill . It was a quiet morning . I knew I would count the number of cars on two hands today . I pass . walking a dog. No joggers , no early morning walkers. I like it that way .
I smell the lavender and I hear the bees . The Buddleia is humming with the sound of busy bees . I notice them more on a quiet Sunday morning . Domenica - I thought of the lovely word for Sunday in Italian . I wondered how Italy were faring with Covid and I wondered what changes I would see in that lovely country if I ever get back there . The alsation who usually barks at me was not around this morning . The vintage tractors were tucked away . Sometimes I see them on trailers . In the process of being taken to fairs . It was all quiet this morning . Even the campers parked up at the local caravan park were
Zondag, Sontag - the Dutch and German Sundays . What was life like for the Dutch or the Germans ? Similar names for Sunday which show the closeness of our languages .
The grass verges are overgrown making it hard for me to avoid the cars as they fly towards me . Some drivers notice me and slow down . Some pull into the middle of the road . I see in the distance as I face them . It gives me time to climb to safety amongst the long grass . Some acknowledge me and wave . Others fly by.
I eventually reach the quiet lane. I dont see the old man today. I admired his Clematis as I walked by . He was not in his window. I guess I take these walks every week . This walk on a Sunday . I cannot change Covid I thought but at least I could still feel positive and hope that travel will start up sooner rather than later.
