As a result of today’s Easter Sunday walk, this post breaks the “one image, only” rule that otherwise applies to the “a shining moment” series.
Not all aspects of the current crisis are bad…
Our bit of suburbia is very pleasant, but playfulness has hitherto not been frequently evident in local streetscapes.
It has also not previously been “perfectly normal” for strangers to exchange friendly greetings, share a joke, or inquire about each other’s wellbeing.
”The virus” has “licensed” more people to talk to each other!
It is also prompting a constantly growing number of local residents to be more playful, more expressive, even when not conversing, directly.
A particular home’s inhabitants may be mostly “alone together, at home, for the foreseeable”, but not a few folks are deploying their street frontages in generous ways, providing random moments of pleasure to whomever happens to walk by.
(all photos copyright Doug Spencer, taken today)
This post’s decorated egg is one of a row of three, currently on the verge in front of a nearby house.
Teddy bears now populate many local fences, trees and verges…and bears are not the only “new” species. streetside.
This time (generally – Easter – and this time, right now – the global pandemic) is a particularly good time to hear two wonderful songs.
Each is about generosity, and the consequences of its presence or absence.
A Proper Sort of Gardener and A Place Called England were both written by Maggie Holland, who is a capable singer.
However, June Tabor’s versions are definitive.
The second song does refer to the hero of the first.
He – Mr Harding – was a real person, very fondly, but entirely truthfully remembered by Maggie Holland, as she explains, here.
Now, I urge you click this before you hear/see the other song, via this link.