Some mornings are so exquisite that words fail me. Today there was a unexpected moment, despite two pet rabbits nibbling on my frosted grass – accidental lawnmowers, I’m happy to share my grass but please don’t prune the camellias.

My favourite poet, who always has words for the times that I don’t, wrote about a perfect moment

Poem of the one world

This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating above the water

and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to

where everything
sooner or later
is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.

Source: Mary Oliver, 2012, A Thousand Mornings, Penguin