A patch of earth
There’s a place I know that I walk amongst and through most mornings. To some it may seem like just another patch of ground left to grow a little wild and unkempt in between villages, but to me, it’s a place of magic. It probably takes around five minutes to walk from one side to the other – if you did that with your mind on other things, you would miss out on the wonder of this place and the haven it is for a range of plants and animals that rustle and whisper in this world of hawthorn, long grass, oak and willow.
The pylons are roost sites for jackdaws that call noisily from steel branches, particularly in the winter months when I arrive there in the slow grey light of dawn; they discuss loudly when to take off, shuffling and pushing against each other, rising air-bound from their perches then settling again, until they reach a consensus and begin to leave in small groups which steadily expand until the sky is peppered with feather and sharp beak.
If you are lucky, you may catch a glimpse of an elusive jay as it flies swiftly from one tree bough to another, corrugated outline and flashes of electric blue and buff-peach.
In summer, the grasses and bramble scrub grow tall and dense, shrinking my presence in the space during these months of bounty. This morning, as I entered from the dark woodland path that leads there, I startled a pair of blackbirds feasting on wild raspberries.
Autumn brings raging red sunrises to the land. Apocalyptic scenes as the grasses begin to die back, the red berries glow and the leaves turn to scarlet and russet.
It is spring I love the most though in this place, with its surround-sound bird song and swathes of cuckoo flower, the hawthorns, however, are the jewel in the crown. They envelop the entire perimeter and are several trees deep; gnarled by weather and time, their dark forms appear quiet and brooding during the winter months, a foil for what is to come when spring arrives and leaves appear quietly on their branches. This steady greening leads to the growth of unobtrusive buds, that one day explode into an overwhelming display of white blossom and scent that is utterly enchanting, developing pink tips to petals as they begin to go over.
Thanks for reading this far. If you’d like to find out more about where I find my creative inspiration, check out “The importance of inspiration for an artist”.