Monday, 8 March 2010

Oh so ashamed -that, among the many distractions and duties of daily life, my blog has become sadly neglected. It had foundered by the wayside, cast aside and neglected like a mouldering pile of decaying leaves as the richness of autumn slides into the bleakness of winter.
But shame, like guilt is a deeply negative and draining emotion, which serves no good purpose except to sap the individual of energy, sparkle and zest.
No dwelling then, on the misdemeanors of the past. Only gladness that my noble and trusty 12 followers have not seen fit to desert me. Thank heavens - because, lets face it, I need all the followers I can get.
Be all that as it may, what I really want to blog about at the moment is spring. At the risk of sounding deeply twee, it's here. Ok, the mornings are still chill and frosty, and the white stuff is on car windscreens, but it is light at 6.30. And I cannot tell you how that propels me out of bed - and into my running shoes. The Devon countryside is sheer breathtaking beauty in the quiet and still of the morning, lit up by the blaze of the early morning sun, cresting the hills and bathing the fields. Like so many simple things, an early morning run at this time of year, in this kind of weather, is just the best. Full of light and life and hope.
Which of course, is what we all need - at any time of year.

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