Slice of Life Challenge Day 10#
I was tired of sorting out whether someone bent the badminton racket on purpose while trying to fix it, or was actually aiming to mend it, or why one teacher is not getting on so well with the rest of the team, so I decided to go for a country walk….in my mind.
I stroll through a wood where the path meanders apparently aimlessly, but I know I’m always going to find the end eventually.
Leafy remnants crunch beneath my feet, such a rich satisfying sound. I spot the tiny shoots of spring poking through around me, the soft breath of snowdrops and the hazy smile of daffodils encircling some of the trees.
Just as I reach the wood’s edge, there’s a swelling carpet of bluebells, so much softer hues but still richer than any sapphire. My nose is filled with the dregs of winter and tired dead trees and rich earth exhaling the promise of spring.
Along the river’s edge, pussy willows bud and catkins droop their ochre tails into the drifting depths. Up on the bank of the meadow, there are lambs shaking their own lively tails and headbutting one another in the full momentous joy of being alive. Their mothers munch stolidly on, black heads bowed as they advance step by chomping step along their life’s journey.
I stoop to touch the damp spiky grass and wonder what it must be like to chomp on grass stalks all day long. No wonder those little lambs leap and prance so blissfully while they are still able to suckle warm milk from their mums. All too soon they will be confined to a life of steady and endless chewing!
I feel refreshed and invigorated by residual memories of spring in England, more than half a lifetime ago. I can return to the present and deal with bent and battered badminton rackets and a teacher who has been offended by another’s remarks.
Let’s do it!
I love how the worries of the day fade as you make your way into the woods for your walk. Your description is so vivid I feel as if I am walking alongside you. This reminds me a bit of a favorite childrens book All The Places To Love.
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Thanks, some memories never fade. Yes, I really love that book too and the illustrations.
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Oh my gosh, you took me back to a place I’d never been. Thanks for the journey. I love so many phrases but I love the contrast in these sentences:”There are lambs shaking their own lively tails and headbutting one another in the full momentous joy of being alive. Their mothers munch stolidly on, black heads bowed as they advance step by chomping step along their life’s journey.” There’s metaphor there, too. Lovely!
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it, I did have fun writing it and finding words to fit the memories! I will always miss English springs but definitely not the weather!
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May I begin with a deep #sigh! How beautiful. I felt my body sink in ease as I was lulled into your lovely dream! I think I may have sniffed out loud as I sought to feel the scents surge into my own little space. Your descriptions are enamoring.
I marvel at the power of your imagination that you could leap into this journey half a lifetime later. What a wonderful way to escape the real world of the misunderstandings and misconstrued. So glad your memory is readily available. I’m not sure who is more enchanted by this getaway – me or you! #jobwelldone
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Thank you for your appreciation, I’m glad you enjoyed the ‘walk’ too!
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I most certainly did. I was thinking, “Take me with you!”
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I love how your “walk” refreshed you and made it easier to get on with the annoyance of the badminton racket and having to deal with people problems. What vivid and descriptive memories you have.
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Thank you, it definitely helped!
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I love the walk you took. It is nice to let the mind wander when there is nonsense going on around us. It helps us dale with the present when we return.
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Thanks, my memories of country walks never fade!
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