now, I find, must only ever be 2-3 feet deep at most and perhaps from now on, seeing as I have witnessed its truth, it will be more willing to welcome me

A still summer-dry pond, which I have only ever understood to be black-water-deep-filled and oppressive

My CDD* has at last come to an end
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In the usual place for my first chiffchaffs of the year, this yesterday, one calling from the woods nearby, another responding from within these trees ...
*chiffchaff deficiency disorder

Sound up for cuckoos and nightingales!
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Writing about the river today (Medway) & harking back to May last. Golden, sunny, enchanted. Beauty & sorrow; the cuckoo is glorious, the ash die-back appalls. A moment before I heard reed warblers, a moment later, a nightingale ...