Back to early spring wonderment. Contribution of the elderly to nature’s revival warmed my heart in April.
Here is a post I started to write during the second week of April:
“When I looked at my Saturday afternoon pictures, I felt like listening to music. I chose ‘Prélude à l’Après-midi d’un Faune’ by Claude Debussy, which I am still listening to now I am writing this post. I love the serenity and lightheartedness that transpire from it. Of course there was no rural deity with goat hooves – a faun – in my elders’ country house park on that sunny and warm afternoon, yet there was something magic in the air, a perfect image of spring, a sense of revival in the new season that Debussy’s flute now reminds me of.
I think I know where it came from.
It was a warm afternoon, above 20°, the sort of temperature that awakens the senses after winter. I had felt blue in the past weeks and wasn’t particularly transported by this sudden arrival of summer, but…”
Why didn’t I finish this article? Too metaphoric maybe for a blog aimed at providing tips for easy use of local fruit, and too personal: this blog shouldn’t be about my feelings but about something that is useful to the readers…
Having said that, I think it is good to know that a garden is an ideal place for people of any age to feel the wonderment of nature’s revival. The main point I wanted to make in this post was that… well really an old person like my 93 years old aunt is like a bee contributing to the awakening of nature when the new season comes: as fragile, as effective, and living in the moment.
I thank her for convincing me to drive her to her garden in the country on that day, just a few miles away from the garden of Aurillac, theatre of less agreeable events for a few months now, as my yesterday’s post shows.
So let’s look at a few pictures of that 11th April 2015 afternoon, where the old joins the new to play the concert of nature: