A week of magic
Magic is everywhere, but last week- it seemed in abundance. It started with seeing this wonderful bluebell wood. Because bluebells love shade, their presence is obscured by trees until you enter under the wood’s canopy. The sudden appearance of this scented, blue carpet is a vast contrast to the dry grasses that surround the wood. The oaks and birch and hazels -and probably many others I couldn’t identify- shimmered and dazzled in the sunlight.
There was a bluebell wood close to me as a child, a short drive away, and we would often try and see the spectacle every year. However, it got more and more popular as the years passed. The last time I visited it was full of adults reaching over the manicured pathways to plump their small children on top the delicate flowers, all for a photo opportunity. The following year, the trampled bluebell wood was closed to the public. A pocket of magic sealed off from the world.
Why is it that something fleeting seems more magical? I ponder this at every change of the seasons.
The next amazing thing that happened last week may be something you saw too, whereever you may be. I don’t know exactly which parts of the globe were able to see the northern lights but I think it was a lot of places. If you saw them too, I’d love to know where from?
Seeing the northern lights has been something I’ve really wanted to do. A bucket list item, if you like, though I don’t have such a list. I heard it may have been possible to see them yet it still feels surreal. Their colour was much less vivid to the eye. I could make out streaks of pale purple and light green in the sky. The most fleeting thing of all- being the first night in my life I’d witnessed them.
You can feel their energy, Mother Nature talking to you through dancing colours.
The lights have finished where I am. Though I'm sure they’ll sparkle on, whether someplace else or some other season.
The cherry blossoms have finished too, diapering a heap of pale pink petals. For a while I adored watching them as they blew away on the breeze. They stuck to the windows and occasionally made their way inside, like pieces of treasure.
