In addition to that young kestrel, I say “Thank you.” Reminds me of the starfish story. You can’t save them all, but to this one it makes a difference. 💕 May you be seeing cooler days, Susie. xx
Wow, what a beautiful piece and your photos capture life in a stunning way. Thank you for the reminder of how ordinary moments are often forgotten, yet, they hold the extraordinary keys to our life and even deeper our connection to all things.
Charlie, thank you. I believe in those small moments with more and more conviction, they are what make our lives rich tapestries of detailed stitches and when all are looped together the story is gloriously filled with temporal images of grief and delight, of astonishment and fear, and, yes all of that together forms connections with people and places — it is so very important!
Lin thank you so much, aren’t the kestrels such amazing birds! I discovered last year that they spit pellets just like an owl, only far more frequently! I am blessed to have them and so many other feathered gems this close, I am literally listening to the youngsters as I type! I can also hear a golden oriel and a woodpecker tapping… I love this time of the morning.
Stay cool Lin, I hope Sussex isn’t quite the sauna it is here although I have a feeling you are suffering too in this heatwave. Be safe. xx
Sussex has been a sauna for three days - the birds are hardly singing at all as they try to cool off. Even being by the sea isn't cooling as there isn't a breath of wind and it's too hot to take a walk along the beach. I'll be very happy when the storms come in tonight as they forecast and life for the wildlife and me can return to a sense of normality. I hope it breaks very soon for you and your kestrels too!😊
B-E-A-utiful, Susie!! I wish you a wonderful break. I am a week in now and it. is. GLORIOUS! Glorious, I tell you. Granted, its been a long time since my summers didn't have studying and papers associated with them, so now I feel as free as a kamikaze kestrel! But I believe in my ability to fly, rather than fall.
Sending you love, Soul Sister. Thanks for sharing your beauty. And happy belated birthday. XO
Ahh Danielle, there you are… I was thinking of you earlier this week and wondering if your holidays had begun already. Evidently they have… enjoy every free kamikaze kestrel second! I’ve one week to go after today but good grief the days are long with this heatwave hanging on and on, we are all exhausted, students and teachers alike, counting hours and just raying we make it to the finish line!
Thank you for dropping by sweet soul sister, I send you wonderful holiday vibes on the breeze. Much love xxooxx
I absolutely love how you write your posts, Susie. It’s not just reading a story told well, it’s as if I’m transported to your hill for a moment and experiencing all your adventures and observations live - what a gift to be able to write that way! xx 🧡
Bless you lovely JoAnna, you have no idea how much it means to read that! You have made my day truly beautiful despite the terrible heat and the flies and my poor dead garden—and yes, this is me, Susie the sun lover speaking! I pray you have easier, kinder weather where you are? This is beastly!
Well deserved praise Susie, I’m glad it made your day beautiful despite all…
Alas, no kinder weather here, temperature is up to 35c and there’s more to come. That’s way too much for a heat hater like me…🤯 Let’s hope for better days to come!
What a delight of a read this is, Susie. I loved so many vivid moments, from the kestrel to all the creatures you so kindly moved out of harm’s way. I really felt like I was there with you, looking over your shoulder, marveling at all the craziness of the season, the craziness of the attempts at growth and wing-spreading. But in the end I especially loved this: “how, without moving from my chair it is possible to imagine that there are many more colours than one knows the name for while watching a summer dusk, and, how it might take too many lifetimes to think of a name for each of them but oh, how exquisite such lifetimes would be in the searching.” Thank you for the beautiful share, Susie. Good luck getting to “les grandes vacances”. You are so close!!! I’m cheering you on and will breathe a big sign of relief when they are finally here❤️
Sumaya, bless you for the cheering on, I so need it — this heatwave is horrendous and making the days feel endless… I know they will pass but good grief they’re moving so very slowly! One week to go… I can do this! Today I am sitting the French Brevet with my students, I feel so very sorry for them, the heat is already horrendous and it is not even 10am, how can they produce their best work when they’re all puddles on the floor?
I love that you pulled that sentence dear one, only a kindred soul would notice colour as I do. I often think there are more colours than we can possibly find names for, I mean, how to describe a sunset, or dawn, or the colour of a hare? There are infinite possibilities aren’t there…
The saving of small creatures in this heat is almost a full time occupation, and a sad one, my heart breaks endlessly; most recently over a tiny field mouse and a baby bat 💔
Sending love dear one, may your weekend be filled with unnamed and glorious colour xx
You fill me with awe... such a busy bee and yet you write as though you have been sitting under a large oak tree in a field of wildflowers with endless hours to reflect and share your beautiful heart. And speaking of hearts, the way you care for even the smallest creatures is a balm for my own heart. In a world where suffering is abundant, to know that these living beings have been cared for and protected offers me a kind of peace... that despite all of the suffering, that is not the whole story. Thank you, lovely Susie. xo 🩷
Oh Jaime, thank you beautiful soul, for noticing with me that there are so very many beautiful living beings in need of care and attention and love at the moment. Here, during this terrible heatwave, I am watching in horror as small birds literally just fall from their perches with the exhaustion of being overheated for so long. The death count is horrendous. My heart breaks endlessly that I cannot save them all.
I have just one week of school left before holidays… but one day feels like ten, they are moving so very slowly. I am hanging on though, as are my students but good grief it is hard labour for us all!
Sending love and deepest gratitude back to you dear one, may your weekend be filled with just the right amount of wonderful 💛xxx
That Anne Michael’s quote should be attributed to you, “Susie’s love permeates everything…” ❤️
I resonate with your way so deeply. The necessity of bearing witness to the world saturated in beauty and wonder. We are so privileged to be surrounded by it daily and I, too, vascillate between rapture and guilt: “How holding space for the unknowable is a kind of quiet witness I feel guilty in accepting.”
We found a little nest of baby mice near the tractor engine this past week. Momma got scared and ran off when Dave started it up, not yet knowing life was nestled inside. Once discovered, I maneuvered all four of them into a warm nook in the compost pile and prayed their little pink mouths find the pile of hen feed I delivered to their new front door. Oh how their tiny bodies melted me!
Oh Kimberly, too many of us inhabit this beautiful world without focusing often enough on the real work of witnessing and caring. Living on the planet we do is a privilege not to be taken for granted and yet accounting for actions and consequences are so often forgotten. I pray, one day, all people will be have the eyes to notice and the heart to care enough to help poor creatures in distress.
Baby mice! Here it is the time of year when my heart breaks a hundred times a week over unearthed nests of tiny pink lifeless bodies. Field mice make their nests in the meadows believing such a floral heaven couldn't possibly be in any danger zone and, well, you know the rest... escape is not even a passing thought. It really is unbelievably sad. I pray your babies survived... 🙏🏼
Susie, I meant to add to my post above, that the latest little feathered beauty you saved, must have been so grateful that only his pride was squashed!
Three long hard weeks, and then … freedom. I hope that they are not so hard, hope is a beautiful thing. Happy birthday to you dear friend, what better way to celebrate another year than gifting time to others who might else have not made it through another day. Much love xx
Goodness, still open!? I can’t believe it either. Katelyn has left now, her exams finished and weeks of freedom ahead until college in September, and Thomas’s school has been closed since Tuesday afternoon. I count myself lucky that I have been able to go into the office at work, which is air conditioned and so very much cooler.
I haven’t seen the film, but I love Gabriel Burn and I will go look it up xx
Two to go now Em, just two! I am hanging in there but truly, the thread is very frayed and the heat unbearable... I think it's going to feel like a very long two weeks!
Thank you for birthday wishes, I can't quite believe I am the age I am when I know my spirit is still so young... but, long may it last, I have always believed in Tír na nÓg!
Hugs lovely one, I truly hope your weather is not as beastly as ours is! xx
I feel for you in this heat, the schools have closed here for a couple of days. The weather app says it will be 35oC today here 🥵 I can only imagine what it’s like there for you. I have can go to the office where there is air con and escape for a while.
I like this Tír na nÓg! Although I had not heard of it until now. I think we are in spirit and essence unchanged from who we have been through all our life, only the outside changes. I think it is the speed at which the years now fly by that I was unprepared for, no matter that those older than us always tell us that they do. I guess it’s a thing you have to experience to truly understand xx
I can't believe our school is still open Em, many have closed but our head is determined to remain as close to normal as possible... which is actually a long way from normal because the entire school have had to decamp in what used to be the cellars, now the afterschool activities room, where it is cooler. We were trying to maintain a normal teaching day in 35c plus in our class on Tuesday! It was just not possible!
I am not certain anything anyone could say or do would prepare us sufficiently for the speed at which time passes as we age lovely, it terrifies me!
Have you never seen the film 'Into The West' with Gabriel Burn and Ellen Barkin? Em you must watch it! It will make you laugh and cry endlessly! It is a wonderful film, set in Ireland of course...
Goodness, still open!? I can’t believe it either. Katelyn has left now, her exams finished and weeks of freedom ahead until college in September, and Thomas’s school has been closed since Tuesday afternoon. I count myself lucky that I have been able to go into the office at work, which is air conditioned and so very much cooler.
I haven’t seen the film, but I love Gabriel Burn and I will go look it up xx
Susie, I hope that in addition to your continued presence on the planet, your birthday also brought you everything else you wished for and that you had the perfect day.
So, it is not only owls but kestrels too, who have every year chosen your home as theirs!
I imagine that word of your home, the sanctuary there, and the woman there who wanders, and who so kindly ministers to and saves the foolish and accident prone, must have spread throughout the animal kingdom in your corner of the world.
To learn to fly before one can hunt for one’s lunch ……. good advice. For people too. Preparation and groundwork are key to success!
And of course that latest little feathered beauty you saved was saying ‘Thank you’, so of course he wouldn’t bite!
I love those lines by Anne Michaels. It’s true isn’t it, that love permeates everything. It’s the life giving nourishment for our hearts. Without it, our hearts shrivel and die.
This is such a lovely description of heat shimmering and mirage of undulating light.
I believe in sun ghosts, ghosts of all kinds, and believe that they are there all around us, always, just on the other side of a gossamer veil which sometimes tears or thins sufficiently for us to see through it. I think that watching a summer dusk might be one of those times when the veil is thinnest.
The Pecherons are beautiful. I had never heard of them before.
Sometimes to bear witness, to refuse to look away, to hope and pray, is all that we can do.
For me, your posts are indeed forever glowing lights, Susie!
And, as discussed here earlier, love permeates everything. So I feel certain that the love you send in your posts will travel and surface as lights along paths where needed.
I love that post by Jonathan Foster too! And it is probably my favourite ever too!
Lastly, until safer season arrives ………… please be careful of that bull! x
Dearest Kay, you are an angel for reading in such detail, thank you, truly, from the very deepest part of my heart.♥️ I believe if there is one thing a writer hopes for it is that the person reading relishes every aspect, it means the world.
I was sad to find one of the little kestrels dead on the road the other day, I am not certain why but imagine inescapable heat may have played its part... these tiny feathered poems are so fragile and this sudden heat so very fierce.
She is buried in a place with other small and unfortunate creatures, I hope their souls are all in paradise smiling and singing together.
Percherons... oh Kay, what can I say, they are such gentle giants, you would fall in love instantly!
I am delighted you enjoyed Jonathans post, he writes with such eloquence and diversity of subject. I have read every one since I subscribed and always with awe!
Thank you Kay, and please, fear not, I am always very wary of the bull(s)!
May your Sunday be filled with wonder lovely lady xx
Dearest Susie, I love your posts! As I read them, I imagine that I am there with you on your hill as you speak, pointing out to me the beauty of this or that - the breathing and the blooming.
Sorry to hear about the little kestrel. ‘Tiny feathered poems’ - such a lovely and apt description!
I believe that those who loved each other in this life, gather again to smile and sing together in the next place.
I believe too that sometimes they lean close enough to where we are now to whisper advice and comfort to those they left behind.
For Jonathan’s writing and for Percherons - love, yes!
Thank you, dear Susie. I wish you a lovely week ahead.❤️
Oh Kay, feathered poems indeed, furred ones too... two more tiny souls have been added to my gathering graveyard — this weather is beastly hot and so many are simply giving up and dying where they lay... my heart is breaking endlessly. 💔
I am praying for rain and cool breezes for us all... xxx
We have slightly cooler temps forecast for the next five days then the mercury is rising again… they say this summer will beat records everywhere, they say it won’t end until October… I say, we have to pray they are wrong! These temperatures are unreal, and, so destructive to our beautiful planet.
London must be a holy furnace when the temperatures are this high! Yesterday I had the misfortune to be obliged by train cancellations to drive 2 hours to Toulouse to collect my son. The heat that hit me when I got out of the car was like a wrecking ball! 42c in the shade is not comfortable at all…
Happy birthday, Susie! You are indeed worth celebrating. Thanks for another visit on the hill. With every post, my mental map of your property accumulates more detail. In another few months, I’ll be able to move in and know where everything is.
And there you are, plucking from water, and ushering from certain lead, and scooping up tiny bodies like the Angel of the Hill. And then you're work is not done, so you reach through the ether with a generous thought, and blow a little wind through these doldrums with your kindness. Thank you Susie. You're a good soul.
You're very welcome Jonathan, I hope it worked, even a little bit!
The doldrums seem to be contagious, or that wind picked them up and doubled back! Its been an expensive week, car, phone, that tooth (again) and due all that the bank... grrrr! Feeling about as enthusiastic as Eeyore! Onwards and Upwards right! x
Reading your words always makes me wish I could have you in my ear, narrating in whispers my own walks through my forest or meanderings through my garden! Magic. And the photos - good gosh, could these little beings be any more spectacular? Wishing you had an equally magical birthday and that the coming year is full of many more life saving adventures 💗
Ahh Sabrina, thank you so much; if I could walk with you I would do so with pleasure, walking and whispering happen to be two of my very favourite things! Especially with someone who loves to meander in search of magic as much as I do.✨
In my humble and aging opinion, birthdays are always magical, each cycle of the sun we survive a precious gift, here's to the next and I pray many more to come filled with little adventures!
In addition to that young kestrel, I say “Thank you.” Reminds me of the starfish story. You can’t save them all, but to this one it makes a difference. 💕 May you be seeing cooler days, Susie. xx
Wow, what a beautiful piece and your photos capture life in a stunning way. Thank you for the reminder of how ordinary moments are often forgotten, yet, they hold the extraordinary keys to our life and even deeper our connection to all things.
Charlie, thank you. I believe in those small moments with more and more conviction, they are what make our lives rich tapestries of detailed stitches and when all are looped together the story is gloriously filled with temporal images of grief and delight, of astonishment and fear, and, yes all of that together forms connections with people and places — it is so very important!
Bless you, beautiful soul, a thousand times and more!
A thousand kisses back dear Fotini !
lovely pics, Susiie 🌻
"desk light, when the day is still undecided; it might end, but not quite yet. I sincerely hope that indecision is infinite."
Indecision in my life is always infinite Darren… 🙏🏼💚
Simply wonderful Susie and as always beautifully written! Kestrels are one of my favourite birds and to have such a close encounter...magical!
Lin thank you so much, aren’t the kestrels such amazing birds! I discovered last year that they spit pellets just like an owl, only far more frequently! I am blessed to have them and so many other feathered gems this close, I am literally listening to the youngsters as I type! I can also hear a golden oriel and a woodpecker tapping… I love this time of the morning.
Stay cool Lin, I hope Sussex isn’t quite the sauna it is here although I have a feeling you are suffering too in this heatwave. Be safe. xx
Sussex has been a sauna for three days - the birds are hardly singing at all as they try to cool off. Even being by the sea isn't cooling as there isn't a breath of wind and it's too hot to take a walk along the beach. I'll be very happy when the storms come in tonight as they forecast and life for the wildlife and me can return to a sense of normality. I hope it breaks very soon for you and your kestrels too!😊
B-E-A-utiful, Susie!! I wish you a wonderful break. I am a week in now and it. is. GLORIOUS! Glorious, I tell you. Granted, its been a long time since my summers didn't have studying and papers associated with them, so now I feel as free as a kamikaze kestrel! But I believe in my ability to fly, rather than fall.
Sending you love, Soul Sister. Thanks for sharing your beauty. And happy belated birthday. XO
Ahh Danielle, there you are… I was thinking of you earlier this week and wondering if your holidays had begun already. Evidently they have… enjoy every free kamikaze kestrel second! I’ve one week to go after today but good grief the days are long with this heatwave hanging on and on, we are all exhausted, students and teachers alike, counting hours and just raying we make it to the finish line!
Thank you for dropping by sweet soul sister, I send you wonderful holiday vibes on the breeze. Much love xxooxx
I absolutely love how you write your posts, Susie. It’s not just reading a story told well, it’s as if I’m transported to your hill for a moment and experiencing all your adventures and observations live - what a gift to be able to write that way! xx 🧡
Bless you lovely JoAnna, you have no idea how much it means to read that! You have made my day truly beautiful despite the terrible heat and the flies and my poor dead garden—and yes, this is me, Susie the sun lover speaking! I pray you have easier, kinder weather where you are? This is beastly!
Sending love to you, happy Sunday xx💛xx
Well deserved praise Susie, I’m glad it made your day beautiful despite all…
Alas, no kinder weather here, temperature is up to 35c and there’s more to come. That’s way too much for a heat hater like me…🤯 Let’s hope for better days to come!
Stay cool lovely 🧡xx
I heard it was bad with you too lovely, thinking of you — I pray you are cool inside your home at least, much love 💛xxx
What a delight of a read this is, Susie. I loved so many vivid moments, from the kestrel to all the creatures you so kindly moved out of harm’s way. I really felt like I was there with you, looking over your shoulder, marveling at all the craziness of the season, the craziness of the attempts at growth and wing-spreading. But in the end I especially loved this: “how, without moving from my chair it is possible to imagine that there are many more colours than one knows the name for while watching a summer dusk, and, how it might take too many lifetimes to think of a name for each of them but oh, how exquisite such lifetimes would be in the searching.” Thank you for the beautiful share, Susie. Good luck getting to “les grandes vacances”. You are so close!!! I’m cheering you on and will breathe a big sign of relief when they are finally here❤️
Sumaya, bless you for the cheering on, I so need it — this heatwave is horrendous and making the days feel endless… I know they will pass but good grief they’re moving so very slowly! One week to go… I can do this! Today I am sitting the French Brevet with my students, I feel so very sorry for them, the heat is already horrendous and it is not even 10am, how can they produce their best work when they’re all puddles on the floor?
I love that you pulled that sentence dear one, only a kindred soul would notice colour as I do. I often think there are more colours than we can possibly find names for, I mean, how to describe a sunset, or dawn, or the colour of a hare? There are infinite possibilities aren’t there…
The saving of small creatures in this heat is almost a full time occupation, and a sad one, my heart breaks endlessly; most recently over a tiny field mouse and a baby bat 💔
Sending love dear one, may your weekend be filled with unnamed and glorious colour xx
You fill me with awe... such a busy bee and yet you write as though you have been sitting under a large oak tree in a field of wildflowers with endless hours to reflect and share your beautiful heart. And speaking of hearts, the way you care for even the smallest creatures is a balm for my own heart. In a world where suffering is abundant, to know that these living beings have been cared for and protected offers me a kind of peace... that despite all of the suffering, that is not the whole story. Thank you, lovely Susie. xo 🩷
Oh Jaime, thank you beautiful soul, for noticing with me that there are so very many beautiful living beings in need of care and attention and love at the moment. Here, during this terrible heatwave, I am watching in horror as small birds literally just fall from their perches with the exhaustion of being overheated for so long. The death count is horrendous. My heart breaks endlessly that I cannot save them all.
I have just one week of school left before holidays… but one day feels like ten, they are moving so very slowly. I am hanging on though, as are my students but good grief it is hard labour for us all!
Sending love and deepest gratitude back to you dear one, may your weekend be filled with just the right amount of wonderful 💛xxx
That Anne Michael’s quote should be attributed to you, “Susie’s love permeates everything…” ❤️
I resonate with your way so deeply. The necessity of bearing witness to the world saturated in beauty and wonder. We are so privileged to be surrounded by it daily and I, too, vascillate between rapture and guilt: “How holding space for the unknowable is a kind of quiet witness I feel guilty in accepting.”
We found a little nest of baby mice near the tractor engine this past week. Momma got scared and ran off when Dave started it up, not yet knowing life was nestled inside. Once discovered, I maneuvered all four of them into a warm nook in the compost pile and prayed their little pink mouths find the pile of hen feed I delivered to their new front door. Oh how their tiny bodies melted me!
Oh Kimberly, too many of us inhabit this beautiful world without focusing often enough on the real work of witnessing and caring. Living on the planet we do is a privilege not to be taken for granted and yet accounting for actions and consequences are so often forgotten. I pray, one day, all people will be have the eyes to notice and the heart to care enough to help poor creatures in distress.
Baby mice! Here it is the time of year when my heart breaks a hundred times a week over unearthed nests of tiny pink lifeless bodies. Field mice make their nests in the meadows believing such a floral heaven couldn't possibly be in any danger zone and, well, you know the rest... escape is not even a passing thought. It really is unbelievably sad. I pray your babies survived... 🙏🏼
Susie, I meant to add to my post above, that the latest little feathered beauty you saved, must have been so grateful that only his pride was squashed!
x
I hope so Kay, I certainly never meant to embarrass him! X
Three long hard weeks, and then … freedom. I hope that they are not so hard, hope is a beautiful thing. Happy birthday to you dear friend, what better way to celebrate another year than gifting time to others who might else have not made it through another day. Much love xx
Goodness, still open!? I can’t believe it either. Katelyn has left now, her exams finished and weeks of freedom ahead until college in September, and Thomas’s school has been closed since Tuesday afternoon. I count myself lucky that I have been able to go into the office at work, which is air conditioned and so very much cooler.
I haven’t seen the film, but I love Gabriel Burn and I will go look it up xx
Do I Em - I am convinced you will love it! 🥰
Two to go now Em, just two! I am hanging in there but truly, the thread is very frayed and the heat unbearable... I think it's going to feel like a very long two weeks!
Thank you for birthday wishes, I can't quite believe I am the age I am when I know my spirit is still so young... but, long may it last, I have always believed in Tír na nÓg!
Hugs lovely one, I truly hope your weather is not as beastly as ours is! xx
I feel for you in this heat, the schools have closed here for a couple of days. The weather app says it will be 35oC today here 🥵 I can only imagine what it’s like there for you. I have can go to the office where there is air con and escape for a while.
I like this Tír na nÓg! Although I had not heard of it until now. I think we are in spirit and essence unchanged from who we have been through all our life, only the outside changes. I think it is the speed at which the years now fly by that I was unprepared for, no matter that those older than us always tell us that they do. I guess it’s a thing you have to experience to truly understand xx
I can't believe our school is still open Em, many have closed but our head is determined to remain as close to normal as possible... which is actually a long way from normal because the entire school have had to decamp in what used to be the cellars, now the afterschool activities room, where it is cooler. We were trying to maintain a normal teaching day in 35c plus in our class on Tuesday! It was just not possible!
I am not certain anything anyone could say or do would prepare us sufficiently for the speed at which time passes as we age lovely, it terrifies me!
Have you never seen the film 'Into The West' with Gabriel Burn and Ellen Barkin? Em you must watch it! It will make you laugh and cry endlessly! It is a wonderful film, set in Ireland of course...
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104522/
Sending love and very overheated hug to you xxx
We have high temps until Tuesday then a dip at last and holidays in a week!
Goodness, still open!? I can’t believe it either. Katelyn has left now, her exams finished and weeks of freedom ahead until college in September, and Thomas’s school has been closed since Tuesday afternoon. I count myself lucky that I have been able to go into the office at work, which is air conditioned and so very much cooler.
I haven’t seen the film, but I love Gabriel Burn and I will go look it up xx
Susie, I hope that in addition to your continued presence on the planet, your birthday also brought you everything else you wished for and that you had the perfect day.
So, it is not only owls but kestrels too, who have every year chosen your home as theirs!
I imagine that word of your home, the sanctuary there, and the woman there who wanders, and who so kindly ministers to and saves the foolish and accident prone, must have spread throughout the animal kingdom in your corner of the world.
To learn to fly before one can hunt for one’s lunch ……. good advice. For people too. Preparation and groundwork are key to success!
And of course that latest little feathered beauty you saved was saying ‘Thank you’, so of course he wouldn’t bite!
I love those lines by Anne Michaels. It’s true isn’t it, that love permeates everything. It’s the life giving nourishment for our hearts. Without it, our hearts shrivel and die.
This is such a lovely description of heat shimmering and mirage of undulating light.
I believe in sun ghosts, ghosts of all kinds, and believe that they are there all around us, always, just on the other side of a gossamer veil which sometimes tears or thins sufficiently for us to see through it. I think that watching a summer dusk might be one of those times when the veil is thinnest.
The Pecherons are beautiful. I had never heard of them before.
Sometimes to bear witness, to refuse to look away, to hope and pray, is all that we can do.
For me, your posts are indeed forever glowing lights, Susie!
And, as discussed here earlier, love permeates everything. So I feel certain that the love you send in your posts will travel and surface as lights along paths where needed.
I love that post by Jonathan Foster too! And it is probably my favourite ever too!
Lastly, until safer season arrives ………… please be careful of that bull! x
Dearest Kay, you are an angel for reading in such detail, thank you, truly, from the very deepest part of my heart.♥️ I believe if there is one thing a writer hopes for it is that the person reading relishes every aspect, it means the world.
I was sad to find one of the little kestrels dead on the road the other day, I am not certain why but imagine inescapable heat may have played its part... these tiny feathered poems are so fragile and this sudden heat so very fierce.
She is buried in a place with other small and unfortunate creatures, I hope their souls are all in paradise smiling and singing together.
Percherons... oh Kay, what can I say, they are such gentle giants, you would fall in love instantly!
I am delighted you enjoyed Jonathans post, he writes with such eloquence and diversity of subject. I have read every one since I subscribed and always with awe!
Thank you Kay, and please, fear not, I am always very wary of the bull(s)!
May your Sunday be filled with wonder lovely lady xx
Dearest Susie, I love your posts! As I read them, I imagine that I am there with you on your hill as you speak, pointing out to me the beauty of this or that - the breathing and the blooming.
Sorry to hear about the little kestrel. ‘Tiny feathered poems’ - such a lovely and apt description!
I believe that those who loved each other in this life, gather again to smile and sing together in the next place.
I believe too that sometimes they lean close enough to where we are now to whisper advice and comfort to those they left behind.
For Jonathan’s writing and for Percherons - love, yes!
Thank you, dear Susie. I wish you a lovely week ahead.❤️
Oh Kay, feathered poems indeed, furred ones too... two more tiny souls have been added to my gathering graveyard — this weather is beastly hot and so many are simply giving up and dying where they lay... my heart is breaking endlessly. 💔
I am praying for rain and cool breezes for us all... xxx
Rain and cooler breezes coming soon. At least in London. I hope for you too.
Sorry to hear that your graveyard is becoming more crowded.
Heartbreaking, yes I can imagine. xxx
We have slightly cooler temps forecast for the next five days then the mercury is rising again… they say this summer will beat records everywhere, they say it won’t end until October… I say, we have to pray they are wrong! These temperatures are unreal, and, so destructive to our beautiful planet.
London must be a holy furnace when the temperatures are this high! Yesterday I had the misfortune to be obliged by train cancellations to drive 2 hours to Toulouse to collect my son. The heat that hit me when I got out of the car was like a wrecking ball! 42c in the shade is not comfortable at all…
Stay cool dear friend… xxxx
I say yes to prayer too!
And I have found that indeed prayer does work.
And yes, it has felt quite warm here! Cooler today though.
Was the train cancellation because of the heat? We have had bucking railway lines and also melting roads here. I’m happy to know you are safely back.
Stay cool if you possibly can dear friend …….! xxxx
Happy birthday, Susie! You are indeed worth celebrating. Thanks for another visit on the hill. With every post, my mental map of your property accumulates more detail. In another few months, I’ll be able to move in and know where everything is.
Ahh thanks heaps Ben, I will remember that next year!
Haha, I love that you do... there's a couple of houses and old barns which could be renovated if ever you're feeling rich and adventurous!
And there you are, plucking from water, and ushering from certain lead, and scooping up tiny bodies like the Angel of the Hill. And then you're work is not done, so you reach through the ether with a generous thought, and blow a little wind through these doldrums with your kindness. Thank you Susie. You're a good soul.
You're very welcome Jonathan, I hope it worked, even a little bit!
The doldrums seem to be contagious, or that wind picked them up and doubled back! Its been an expensive week, car, phone, that tooth (again) and due all that the bank... grrrr! Feeling about as enthusiastic as Eeyore! Onwards and Upwards right! x
Reading your words always makes me wish I could have you in my ear, narrating in whispers my own walks through my forest or meanderings through my garden! Magic. And the photos - good gosh, could these little beings be any more spectacular? Wishing you had an equally magical birthday and that the coming year is full of many more life saving adventures 💗
Ahh Sabrina, thank you so much; if I could walk with you I would do so with pleasure, walking and whispering happen to be two of my very favourite things! Especially with someone who loves to meander in search of magic as much as I do.✨
In my humble and aging opinion, birthdays are always magical, each cycle of the sun we survive a precious gift, here's to the next and I pray many more to come filled with little adventures!
Sending love from my hill xx