Making up the stories

There are days when we are quietly carrying on, whether that means, paying the bills, writing,  shopping, cooking or sweeping the garden of the leaves and flowers that have fallen to the ground. There is nothing more therapeutic in the physicality of this almost daily activity which for moments in the day sweeps away all the cobweb of cares and creates a pristine new place on which to place our footsteps. 

The next day it is all gone and I have to start afresh. There is never a day that doesnt send me something extra to marvel and admire though I may not always share them in the blog.

Todays offering is nothing short of exceptional and of course it starts me thinking, was there a fight, did the dominant bird win, was it a mother protecting her young or a lover's tiff ? Those moments in the day when making up the stories takes over from the routine. Whatever it was, it was there on the ground for me to gather up and place gently under my lens for you all to admire.