I’ve discovered that gardening is a great way to unwind. Some of the more mundane tasks around the garden are conducive to being lost in thought.
It was during one of these gardening reveries that I was pleasantly tugged out of my thoughts by a symphony of birdsong (that I managed to capture in the video!) – truly beautiful. It made me realise just how peaceful it was and just how blessed I was, at that moment, to be in the midst of it all with nothing better to do than to appreciate it!
To a Robin
by William Francis Barnard
Melodious bird upon the bough,
Tell me the secret of thy glee;
With tears at heart and clouded brow,
I linger, listening to thee.
I pause, bewildered at thy soul,
Which pours itself in strains so high
Upon this world of doom and dole;
Where sorrows live and raptures die.