Spring

Two wonderful reflections celebrating the start of spring...a post on Erik Jampa Andersson's substack about the Vernal Equinox... and Ally Stott's newsletter....

I love what Ally says about the earth, about death. This aligns with all I have learned sitting with trees.

And sitting with trees was my celebration. More on that tomorrow.

I had intended to go to a dance event after a walk in Hyde Park with a friend, but, for reasons too dull to go into, my plans went awry and instead I took a late walk on the Reserve. It had been a lovely day so the early evening light was beautiful.

I'd hoped I was late enough to see badgers. No. I had hoped to see hares. No. Though I had seen two running across a field together in a recent visit. I thought I might see a fox or the owl. No. I saw plenty of muntjacs and a rather cross buzzard. What really wowed me though was bats.

On the way back to the car, a small group flittered around me. At one point I stopped and clicked my tongue, thinking something of the sound might be in a high enough frequency to inspire their curiosity. Maybe it did. Or maybe my mammalian breath was attracting small insects and they attracted the bats. Whatever the case I stood with my little bat company in absolute delight.