most this amazing day

pram in the trees

We had phenomenally beautiful weather for bank holiday weekend a few weeks ago, after a phase of it basically feeling like winter all over again. Bakingly radiant sunshine. My housemate and I took a trip to Coombe Abbey country park, to celebrate a friend’s daughter turning one with a barbecue. Being there reminded me of this poem by e. e. cummings, especially the bit about the leaping greenly spirits of trees. Definitely that kind of a day.

i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Coombe Abbey

My favourite bit was this climbing area nestled among the trees; it’s so amazing how the park makes spaces for human beings of all shapes and sizes to rove and explore and play. It felt safe and family-friendly, but also exciting and free at the same time.

climbing area overall

at the top


trees overhead

Hammock view

Hoping your weekend is as good as this one was!