Monday 24th February - as light as a feather

After a heavy morning - never-ending paperwork... insurance cover for my father’s flat, collecting papers from solicitors, sorting out funeral invoice query, reconciling bank statements, ordering repeat prescription for myself...

And an active afternoon - making chicken curry (using premade sauce and cooked chicken so not that arduous!) and chopping veg for tonight's soup (leek, potato and home-made chicken stock) and tomorrow's casserole...

It was rather nice to have two much, much lighter things to think about;

Yesterday I was astonished to see what appeared to be two soap bubbles gently float down onto the grass, where, to my further surprise, they remained without bursting.

BB went to investigate;

Two small white down feathers lay on the grass. A bird must have dropped them while flying across the garden.  I was rather sorry we hadn't left them there in case the bird came back for them.

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The other 'light' thing is this wonderful, wonderful movement from the Carmen Suite by Bizet, for the next line of the George Herbert poem on prayer;

'Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,'