Somewhere within the mad lives that most of us lead with jobs, families and all sorts of other things to think about, it’s nice to get back to basics.
I can remember these from when I was a child walking the lanes counting the seemingly endless time and plan I to blow a few with the SBG at the weekend (there are plenty about) to give her the same memories.
They bring back memories of Irish country lanes, of endless Summer days, of making hay and walks through the fields. We had no computers or video games and television was strictly limited but there were books, there was music and there was, above all, the countryside.
My brothers and I made camps and castles, played football and hide and seek, tennis and tag. In the Spring we picked jars full of flowers from the hedges, in Summer we planted spuds for the farmer and in the Autumn picked tons of blackberries for Mum who made them into jelly and pies.
In amongst the mayhem of life, every now and then, it’s good to stop and appreciate the simplicity of the ordinary. It reminds us of the simple pleasures on offer all around when we open our eyes and look. Simplicity Dear Reader. Because less is always more.