Whatever is happening in your personal life the world goes on turning.
The clouds roll over the hills and sometimes they part and the sun comes out.
After a long winter it is all happening again — everything is moving! Even the lazy oak trees are greening. The cuckoo is calling, the cock pheasant strutting and glinting in the sunlight with a double squawk and a percussive thrill of wings. The woodpecker answers with his own drumming from up on the hill. There are bumble bees over head and the first orange tip butterfly flutters over the carpet of white flowering shamrocks on the shallow water of the unfinished pond.
There is a scuffle of illicit nesting beneath the soffits of our roof. Two squirrels, normally too busy to play, are cavorting amorously in the lane as, all around them, life springs anew.