My i Phone’s camera roll is full of cloud pictures, and I suppose it’s a reflection of the great summer we have had. So much nicer to capture a fluffy white cloud against brilliant blue than to try and make the most of shades of grey.
Sitting in the garden, looking out a train window,walking along a beach,gazing from my desk, running, early morning, high noon and twilight the heavens have offered a selection of dreamy sky-scapes.
My late Dad, a farmer, was like many farmers an excellent reader of clouds and as I have now spent more years on this earth missing him than I enjoyed with him around, I treasure the memories I have.
I would sometimes join Dad as he walked the fields, in early evening and Highland summers. I remember him sharing one of his favourite poem’s with me.
Leisure by W.H Davies
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
I think he would have loved the clouds this summer.
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