Sunday, 9 June 2013
Sunday Morning This and That . . .
As we walked to catch the bus into town the other day, I noticed fledgling sparrows flitting across the road and alighting on a car and then into the hedgerow. I could tell that they were new to this flying lark by the way that they flew . . . they lacked the confidence of a full grown sparrow . . . a bit wobbly on the wing, but nevertheless they flew.
What is it that causes a baby bird to want to leave the comfort of it's nest and strike out into completely unknown territory doing something which it has never done before, but only witnessed others do? Some would say it's just instinct. And . . . perhaps that is a big part of it . . . but I think that it's also something more.
It's all a part of becoming. Becoming stronger. Becoming better. Becoming who they were meant to be. Fulfilling the measure of their creation . . . staying within the nest would never give birth to any of these things.
It works the same way with us. As long as we are willing to stay within the confines of our comfort zones, and never venture outside of them . . . we will not grow, strengthen, become better and achieve what we were meant to do, or become the fulness of who we were meant to be.
You just can't do that by standing still . . .
We have another sunny day here today. Yesterday was gorgeous. We will enjoy it for as long as it lasts! I think tomorrow we are going to go to the seaside if the sun still shines. We didn't get there even once last year. We didn't take advantage of the sun when it was shining, and alas . . . it didn't shine overly much. You have to grab it when you can in this country!
Todd says he saw four overly large Tadpoles in our pond yesterday. I looked but couldn't see anything. Here's hoping we have a few new frogs this year! I don't think we'll ever be able to fall asleep to the sound of peepers here . . . but the babies are so cute to watch, and Todd really enjoys his wild garden wonderland.
We bought a packet of seeds the other day for Foxgloves. Hoping that we would be able to multiply on the one that we do get each year, all on it's lonesome. The seeds were quite expensive as far as seeds go, but we were astonished when we opened the pack. Six seeds, so very miniscule that you would have thought the packet was empty, but for the fact they were stuck into the bottom corners . . . and we were looking for them. How do they decide how many to put into a pack. Surely it doesn't go by weight? There were so few it would have been impossible to gauge their weight. Does a worker just take a pinch and drop it in?
I don't know. But if that IS the case . . . it's an awfully small pinch!
We watched the finals of Britain's got Talent last night. I can't be bothered to watch the earlier shows as there are so many dimwits just trying to get on the telly and they try my patience. I find those shows a waste of time, but the finals . . . well, it's almost like watching the Royal Variety Show as the contestants are always very good and amazing.
I was a bit disappointed that the winner of the program wasn't actually British at all, but a European dance/gymnastics troup that did shadow dancing, which was pretty amazing actually . . . I guess it just goes to show what a melting pot we have become. As we watched the show we remarked to each other that it was hard to tell just who was the best out of all the incredible talent that was shown! I would wager the votes were all very close.
Well, I have not a lot more to say today. Some days are like that, so I'll leave you with a thought for the day . . .
"One key to knowing joy . . . is being easily pleased."
Baking in The English Kitchen today . . . Chocolate Covered Raisin and Oat Bars. Deliciously different!
Have a beautiful day!