Dear reader...

ONE OF THE things I love to indulge in is pottering about. Taking time to immerse myself in simple engagements is a soothing end to a busy day. Warm July evenings, when the heat of the day has concentrated into long shadows and golden light, are the perfect time for such leisurely pursuits. Intending only to take a brief stroll into the garden, I find myself studying which flowers have opened that day or if any have faded beyond their best. I spy a plucky weed popping its head up somewhere it shouldn’t be. Soon, snips in hand, I’m meandering from plant to plant removing the papery spent blooms. My benevolent mood leaves the weed where it grows. Immersed in my task, time melts away. Soon an hour has passed unnoticed, and any pressure I felt to cook dinner or complete some household chores has melted with it. Another evening, I set out intent on a brisk walk around the lake near my home. Passing a little cottage on the way, I find myself enjoying the symmetry of its welcoming frontage. Its door, painted a gentle sage green, has a large worn doorknob in the centre. Above it is a stained glass panel, rich colours glowing in the evening light. Matching windows either side of the door wear wooden boxes planted with white daisies and silver foliage. The effect is simple, the colour scheme calming. I might try something similar one day. Arriving at the lake, I spot the swan family I’ve come to cherish. Both parents and four cygnets, dressed in their apprentice plumage, move gracefully across the glassy surface. Above them, terns are squabbling over a fish just stolen, but nothing distracts the swans’ passage. I am consumed by their dignified elegance. Sitting beneath a willow tree, I tell myself I really should go home soon. Dinner will have to be late tonight...