Another day, another meeting

I may have used that title before. I may even have moaned about meetings before. πŸ˜‰

Today, I’m not going to waste another thought on negative things. There will always be meetings, and there is nothing I can do about it. But, using my new meditation techniques, I can imagine that I am in a summer meadow with the droning of bees in the background.

As long as I don’t (a) get caught out by a question or (b) snore this technique makes meetings a lot more bearable.

It’s the First Day of Spring (or the first First Day of Spring – there’s a second First Day of Spring on 21st March), it’s 13 degrees Centigrade outside (about 10 better than yesterday) and though the weather is a bit squally it’s somehow more springlike than it was a week ago.

There’s a wren on the verandah looking for a nest site and goldfinches on the feeder squabbling over the best perch. We have snowdrops, we have daffodils and we have blackthorn blossom.

We have quite a lot of flowers in fact, when I go for a walk round, but many of them are already suffering from the wind, which, as usual, is blasting across the fields.

The vinca, which was one straggly piece bought for 50p from the bargain corner of a garden centre just two years ago is 4 feet across and contributed half a dozen cuttings last year, which are starting to fill out too.

I’m trying to see if I can get a photograph of a Peacock butterfly on a crocus again, as I did last year, but I fear it may be too windy this year.

 

 

 

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