Little things that mean so much

I watch
little birds flitting from tree to tree
bright plumage caught in winter sun
a delight to the eye

a joy to behold
in winter’s dying days
when bleakness reigns
and frost chills the bones.

I hear
merry chatter as they feed
on seeds and nuts
hanging freely from the bough

Little joys
Big with life
gladdening my heart
dispelling inner gloom

Thank you
Creator of all
for these
Your gifts of life.



For more photos of Whinlatter Forest Park in the Lake District see other posts here and:
Lake District Saga
Writing For Joy

England's Lakeland

We have just got back from a holiday in the English Lake District Forest Park. So I thought I put up some photos of where we walked and what we saw.
I must admit, I was not looking forward to any strenuous stuff but the walk to the top of Whinlatter was calling me to make the effort. It was so worthwhile, the views were glorious and the air fresh and cool. The scent of pine and wild flowers uplifted my flagging spirit and by the time we reached the bottom of the hill again I was actually walking better!
A walk in Ennerdale was easier and quite delightful. A walk to Cogna Tarn — a mere three and a half miles — we found interesting as we passed through a farmyard and fields with sheep with lambs, little pigs, horses with foals. Delightful creatures. We did other walks too and also drove to the nearby harbours. Whitehaven has had a marina built and it was full of sailing boats. Lots of interesting monuments too.
We came home greatly refreshed and energised!