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Published: November 24th 2020
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"Act without expectation " That is what Lao Tzu said to me this morning . Expect nothing on your walk . Just go for the walk . If it rains it rains. If you get wet you get wet . Don't expect to look out the window and see the sun shining . It is November so what do you expect ? Don't expect to see colour in a garden . Just accept what colour you see.
Perhaps hopes that we exchange on our home this week . Only a few days and we will know. We can then expect to move out . We have been there before so perhaps I should be cautious and expect nothing .
As I walked under the trees a van came past . Quite slowly. His roof caught the canopy of the trees. Leaves fell like rain . They looked like confetti . I was taken back to another saying . I never knew it as a child . Well never in its entirity . I just remember mum answering me in a certain way when I used the words "I thought " . I used to say "I thought I could
stay out late tonight " , " I thought you knew what time I would come home ". " I thought ..................... She always threw back that throwaway remark - "You know what thought did ." Actually I never knew what thought did .. She never elaborated . She never finished the sentence, Much as I pressed I never got an answer. She always stopped short .With a smile she said quietly "Well you know what thought did " So what did thought do ? It came to me later in life . It was a saying used more in Cheshire and Lancashire . " Thought followed a muck cart and thought it was a wedding " . I smiled . It always made me laugh all those years ago . It made me question the words "I thought " I learned never to leave thought to its own devices .
My walk took me round the houses . My feet tramped the damp ground . There was little to see today . Small pink Begenias a sign of Winter they hid beneath thick rubbery green leaves . A mist hung over the churchyard . The mist swirling round the gravestones . I was standing there a week or so ago and the pale mauve Naked Ladies covered the ground . I had to get close to the ground the tall leggy flowers which looked bare without leaves . They were pretty but had long gone covered now by the decaying leaves of Autumn.
As I walked dodging the puddles and the potholes I found myself thinking again about the fireworks and bonfire night . Fireworks in the park were popular in the mid to late 1990's. National Trust properties , the local Cholmondeley Estate and Attingham Park all did their own version of Proms in the Park . As there was little to see on my walk my mind was taken back to booking tickets to spend the evening sitting on the ground on a rug eating my picnic and drinking my wine . All the time listening to the music . An orchestra played the classics - New World Symphany , Mars the god of War , Porgie and Bess - the names started to come back to me. In my head I found myself thinking about Patchelbels Canon in D - - Jupiter or I vow to thee my country . Some of the music was accompanied by battle re-enactments . Other nights were flights of fancy from the films - E, T , Indiana Jones , The Magnificent Seven , The Big Country and the spagetti westerns - The Good , the Bad and the Ugly . The crescendo came with the Last Night of the Proms . Renditions of Land of Hope and Glory , the Sailors Hornpipe . As I walked in my head I could hear the 1812 overture being played accompanied by flashing fireworks . Sometimes the finale would be something different . Mussorsgy The Great Gate of Kiev. I wondered how I remembered them all . The puddles and potholes are left but sadly the world of the Proms in the Park are long gone . I wondered why and thought ........................well you know what thought did .
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