There is nothing I love more than spending a bit of time sitting near water. Whether it’s the Sea, a lake, a pond or even sitting in my garden listening to the water fountain, the sound of water soothes and relaxes me. Why is this? Is it because of the watery start we all had in our mothers womb? It must have felt very cosy, warm and safe in there although I can’t say that I remember it too well, but I guess it is a reasonable theory.
Just as the warmth of the sun provides the energy needed to keep my garden fountain working as it should, so a few hours sat at the water’s edge can renew and refresh us, restoring our energy and enabling us to return to our lives with a fresh perspective and zeal.
Settling myself down in this spot on a sunny Sunday afternoon with a book, my camera and a bag of walkers crisps (ready salted in case you’re wondering) was a welcome bit of me time. Time to ‘sit and stare’ and just to BE.
I’ve always loved watching and photographing the Inhabitants of my local pond, and was perfectly happy to while away an hour or two watching these proud new parents enjoying a sunday afternoon swim with their offspring.
It got me thinking about my son and his fiance who are soon to become the parents of my first grandchild. It wont be long before they are the ones walking proudly around on a Sunday afternoon, with their tiny little bundle of joy. The dawning of a new little family. I wonder what it will be? I was pleased that they decided to wait till the birth to find out what they are having as I think it is one of life’s really special surprises, and nothing beats hearing those three words when the baby is born and someone says “It’s a boy’ or ‘It’s a girl”. It’s a beautiful moment and one that I know they will cherish for the rest of their lives. A moment when life is changed forever as a first tiny new breath is taken.
Back to watching the babes on the pond, the baby Coots have improved their looks somewhat as they are such funny little things when they first hatch.
They are definitely not the cutest kids on the pond, but they are a little less ugly duckling than when they first crack open their egg and pop their little heads out into the world.
Ducks just continue to be Ducks!
But my favourites are definitely the fluffy goslings. Judi Castile at A French Homestead life has been posting about her own new goslings of which I am quite envious, but I can at least borrow these little cuties for an afternoon of enjoyment and relaxation as I watch them drifting goosily through their day.
Beauty is never far away and lifes’ difficult moments are cushioned by the joyful ones that are around the next corner. Sometimes we get frustrated when we can’t see round that bend, but how boring life would be if we didn’t have to go through the waiting, if everything was just handed to us. That is where we learn and grow, we just need to be patient and try to enjoy each moment of the journey, till eventually we are living whats ahead. And as we are waiting, we can always sit for a while longer and be soothed by the calming sounds of the water, just as we were when we were cosy and warm and safe in our mothers womb.
Love Alison x