When I was a child I spent a lot of time with my lovely grandmother. She had a saying that has stayed with me, and this morning I had cause to think of it.
Many of you know that I take a photograph each day of the tree at the bottom of the garden.
The berries are ripened, and gradually disappearing as avian visitors come to feed, but this morning I was greeted by the beautiful sound of a robin singing his heart out. You can see him in the above picture if you look closely, but here he is a little more clearly, although not so sharply!
In spite of the season he was obviously, as Grandma would have said, ‘full of the joys of spring’. Sorting my outside dyeing area was a pleasure until his singing was interrupted by an unwelcome visitor
Although happy, (who wouldn’t be with such ripe red berries to enjoy?) the chatter of the magpie is much less melodic, but his real fun was chasing away the smaller bird. His visit didn’t last long – as with all bullies he was soon off to annoy elsewhere.
So, what happened next?
Mr Robin returned and continued his serenade
He returned to almost exactly the same spot – and his song was as joyful as ever, in fact, he’s still singing some forty minutes later.
You see, occasionally life’s a Magpie! But if you wait you will discover that life’s mostly a Robin.
I hope that today your day is mostly a Robin. Take time to listen.