In these days of COVID-19 lockdown restrictions, I have repeatedly walked the same routes, and watched the daily unfolding of spring around us, both in my garden and on my walks to the local parks. I consider if I have ever previously had time to take note of each stage of the blossom trees moving through flower to leaf, of new plants and flowers springing into life, watching the small changes in detail within the same scenes.
It may not be much compensation for the restrictions now imposed on our lifestyles, but it is an opportunity I would never otherwise have had.
It made me think of this poem…
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
W.H. Davies – ‘Leisure’