Two elderly gents walked past our home office this morning, heads bent towards each other, deep in conversation. Their dogs were walking in tandem ahead. Peace and companionship flowed from them and their care for each other was felt by us as we looked up from our desktops. A magic moment.
Returning some library books yesterday as evening was settling in, Tim and I walked up the road catching up on our news. We had several errands to run and headed off in different directions at the end of our road. The library was still and peaceful and the librarian smiled as I placed my books on the machine that automatically collects and issues books. While the beeps and flashing light signalled it was working I glanced across at some tables laden with all sorts of books. They were part of a sale where a book was 10p or you could fill a bag for £1. I wandered over and discovered a beautiful railway book full of history and photographs of steam engines and then spotted a lovely story that I know my Mum will enjoy. As I paid the librarian, a weary and dusty community policewoman came in and started chatting. She helped herself to a coffee from the staff room and took the weight off her feet in an easy chair. There was care and friendship in this routine and the librarian and policewoman were at complete ease with each other. We all smiled as I left and Tim rewarded me with a huge smile as I placed the railway book in his hands at the top of our road. Magic moments.
We are off to our first steam rally this year to show Tim’s steam roller in the beautiful county of Cornwall. There are many preparations ahead for us and fun to be had in the planning. We have also discovered that camping equipment has come on in leaps and bounds since we were children and our joy in the camping shop had the sales assistant beaming from ear to ear. We have a teapot to take with us and I will be making a steam rally tea cosy. The simple pleasure as I go through my odds and ends of yarn and plan a design is so soothing. I am picturing embroidered bumble bees and flowers, yet these ideas may change. More magic moments.
The head of a family and I stood leaning on his back gate one evening last week, looking at all the work he had done in their garden during the lockdowns. All his woodwork was a shade of muted green and his planting just happened to be white rhododendrons, hydrangeas and jasmine. He has created a haven for his family and there is love weaving throughout. We stood in silence drinking it all in. Yet more magic moments.