Not all days are equal in this lockdown situation. Sometimes it feels like same old, same old, Groundhog Day. Some days the sun is shining and beckoning me outside but some days I just don’t feel like going. Other times I go out for a walk only to find the open spaces are full of everybody else doing the same thing. It’s difficult to keep away from family groups who spread themselves out across the path. I am the one who has to make a wide detour to keep socially distanced. Joggers puff and pant as they pass me by. People want to stand still and talk – endlessly – while I want to walk and make the most of my short break. Do you have a sense that I am getting cabin fever? Maybe. I have been staying at home for 8 weeks now. It gets to the best of us. All this to explain why I didn’t post yesterday. I didn’t feel in the mood.
But here today are some pictures of the opening leaves and flowers on a small oak tree that I photographed the other day. The afternoon was perfect and sunny in a little quiet oasis on the edge of the village, and the new leaves were tiny and crumpled, red and green, as they emerged from the buds. The light shone through the thin blades, and for that moment everything felt wonderful.