Is hope seeing without sight?

Close up of the underside of a fern frond on the muddy path

Walking up to feed the boys yesterday, I experienced hope. Firstly, that the boys would be there… The tree foliage is now so dense that swathes of the hillside are obscured from the farmhouse. But they haven’t turned up for food since Saturday, so I expect they are hungry. The second was noticing a discarded … Read more

Wild hope in the Welsh mist…

Squat unopened bluebells draped in beads of Welsh mist

I’ve just walked a frisky lamb back and forth along the top fence line. Bleating furiously and not letting me pick them up to return to their field. Yet, walking back down the diagonal path to return to the lakeside, I see the ewe—on our side. And the exchange starts. It’s her lamb, and while … Read more

Finding hope in the cycles of life

Two small crocus flowers in the debris against a wall

Each year, I experience a thrill at the emergence of the crocus. Their appearance heralds the approach of spring and new life. Yet these first buds in the valley are tiny, and I wouldn’t have noticed them if Steve had not discovered them first. Aren’t they beautifully formed, exquisite in detail and such a gorgeous … Read more