The Breaking News from York Street..

Outside we have some scaffolding going up next to Toppings the bookshop. Quick fire whirrings of the bolts being secured blend with the buskers’ music drifting over on the chilly breeze from Abbey courtyard. The electrically moving bollards, which have been installed at the end of York street, are nearly complete. We are eagerly awaiting their inaugural movement sideways. It’s hard to resist a couple of high-tech bollards parting Red-sea like to allow loading access.

Oh for the calming effect of watching light play on moving water…. Sea?  River?  I am not fussy.

 

 

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.

Mary Oliver  I Go Down to the Shore

 

Early spring is the time to find our fastest land animal afoot…..

 

 

In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,”
Away like a ghostie o’er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.

Walter de la Mere  The Hare

 

And a place and time where you would be likely to spot a hare…

 

Of all things saltatorial (see below – I had to look it up) , for Graham from DHL, and Sam from UPS, who both, hail rain or shine are so hearty and helpful, and  keep us keeping on….

When the delivery man called after tea
he let in before him such an easterly,
and he stepped down the hallway so briskly,

and he smiled so flushingly, yet so briefly
and with so little knowledge of us,
and with such freedom from all accretion,

and with such innocence of all connection,
that our spirits flickered to life at once,
saltatorially. We cleared our throats

in greeting, and before we knew where we were
we had reached consensus on the lengthening
of the days, now that spring was here.

Such rustling, such quick society, such self-
forgetting! In his eyes, we were still citizens
of the world, with everything still to play for.

But then, while the smiles were still breaking
on our faces, he was gone. The house closed in fast
behind him and grew warm again, and airless
and secure. And dreaming once more overcame us.

Tom Duddy  The Delivery Man

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Thanks as always for reading,

Aidan