Gardening this morning and a cycle to Howtown this afternoon. Another very beautiful day. Beetroot soup and homemade soda bread.

I was chuffed that the Wordsworth link I sent to S in the village who was doing schoolwork with her son has been forwarded to the headteacher who loved it so much it’s gone round the school! Curious how isolation changes so much on so many levels.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

p.s. I’ve added the BlipChat tag. I’m not particularly chatty and am the biggest introvert I know (I think that might be some sort of contradiction in terms!) but I wanted to support the sentiment and the very wonderful blip community. I confess I’m loving the isolation but also the opportunity of connection here as always.