A day of three parts….

I find it so lovely when so many weathers exist in one day……the other day I woke to a magical misty morning. Mist that doesn’t hide everything, but just enough to make you think ‘what’s beyond the mist?’

I went to the pond first, the mist in the distance, the ice not yet melted

The ducks were happy as always to see me. The Muscovy sitting on the fence waiting for his personal feed on top of the fence

Then time to go through the house and to the back lane, the place where the mist would be at its most magical and it was

The mist playing tricks with my memory. The near I got through the mist the more would be revealed. Even though I’d done this walk a thousand or more times, it was still revealing.

A squirrel lay still, pondering its next move

The snow now almost melted, the snow drops were beginning to thrive once more.

The temperature has risen 10 degrees overnight, making for an overnight change from a white world back to normal – so strange it happening so quick

I reached the long lane and it felt like walking along the unknown. The trees, so familiar when clear, shrouded in thick mist, the outline of distant trees just visible

On my way back for my cuppa, Tom the Pheasant (as the village has named our newest resident) sat huddled up in the field

As the day wore on the mist melted away as quick as the snow and the sun began to shine so another trundle beckoned me….I actually went the same route. To see it with clear sunshine eyes

Along the back lane and the birds, like me had all come out in the sun. The bird song was louder than the morning, they were pleased to see the sunshine too. A Robin hopped in the snow free hedge looking for something tasty

The lane now bathed in sunshine looked unrecognisable from the morning

And the blackbird could now see the ground strewn with leaves, to peck at snow free and find the worms beneath

Another trundle done, I expected to be inside for the rest of the day. Snug in my pyjamas and dressing gown, I watched through the window as dusk fell. I suddenly realised I hadn’t seen the moon for ages. Should I get dressed again as it was a clear night? I sat upstairs for ages, watching as the light was fading and suddenly the urge to see the moon took over and I got dressed again, well I hope I got dressed again 😂. Coat and gloves definitely on, I ventured out into the cooling air.

I wasn’t sure where the moon would be, so went round the village the other way…the Manor House bell, loomed large in the darkening sky

Along the road towards the never ending lane and a Robin was singing its heart out on the hedge. It’s often there, same place singing away.

The light along the lane just enough for me to feel happy walking there

A bird perched on top of the highest branch caught my eye. I assumed it was a rook until I zoom in and saw the sparrow hawk sitting silently watching for prey. I watched him swoop further up the lane out of sight.

A red streak as though painted with an artists brush lay across the sky in the distance

As I came to my turning point, there again was the sparrow hawk, different tree, same position, on the hunt for his supper, although, when I posted it on my Facebook page, someone did suggest it might be a Kestrel…how wonderful would that be 😍

I’d forgotten all about the moon, such was the entertainment a distraction on my trundle but as I came to an opening in the trees there was the moon waiting for me

That’s what I’d really come to see. The perfect end to a perfect trundling day…..

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

18 thoughts on “A day of three parts….

  1. Wendy, wonder if you have noticed the birds starting to pair up and make nests. Our male pheasant is definitely getting randy and yesterday saw a magpie carrying material for a nest.

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  2. I just love the pics from your trundles, Wendy! you are so lucky having all this on your doorstep. Thanks for sharing these beautiful moments with us all. I’ve often heard it said that we don’t have a climate in England…we just have weather! So true, but also lovely to be surprised many times a day…or night!

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  3. Lovely, Wendy. I particularly like that third picture, mysteriously misty! An amazing number of birds. I always enjoy your postings. Glad you went out for the moon. I’m still seeing it over snow here, which makes for a bright night.

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  4. In our part of the world, Wendy, we’ve had some amazing displays of northern lights. Sadly, when you’re in a city, there are too many lights on at night to be able to enjoy the aurora – we rely on the kind folks, like yourself, who post pics on social media (after sitting outdoors in the midnight hours, waiting.). I love your trundles and your pics. Thank you!

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  5. I think the best news I got from this one is that the pheasant has a name! That’s wonderful. Hello Tom!

    I love how well you described walking through a misty road – I too love how everything is so distinctly revealed and you get only a few things to look at at a time.

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