And So It Starts.

A change in time makes eight o'clock nine.

You sort of expect it, know it is coming but nevertheless, this morning was a total time disaster. Well, more the telling of it. All and sundry were at odds, sundry being my iPad, our alarm clock and the all knowing Smart-TV. None of them could agree and that had me in a state of timeless limbo although Mother Nature had awoken on time and it was her most glorious sunshine that gently kissed me awake.

What a silly standard of time. Most of the day we've both been adrift in the telling of it. The yearning for lunch was only brought on when I saw the time on the computer but hungry I was not. Kitty had her own timely struggle to bear, that is where was her breakfast and who would take her outside for a walk? Daddy obviously not as he turned out to be a strict adherer to old times. Fast asleep until the ungodly hour of half past seven...or six?

On the other hand, one of the most amazing changes this has brought, is the fact that we wake up to a cheerful, brilliant and noisy world outside. Birds, bees and bugs are afoot and a buzz with most choreographed precision which makes me hopeful that at least in our little village bees have escaped the sentence set upon them by the weed hating mob.

As they say, this too shall pass and within a day or two most of us will have forgotten that there was a time change at all buoyed along by the extra daylight and the ebullient mood that goes hand in hand with seeing Mother Nature come alive.

Biggi