This afternoon, coming back home from the village, we went out to have a walk. We were going to the forest, but we decided to have a look to all the trees of the garden, as some fruits were almost ready to be collected one week ago. It was too late for the plums: birds had already eaten most of them.
It's quite frustrating, but this is not the first time it happens this year. This is the way Nature works. Since we live in the countryside, we realize we have not been able to adapt completely to Nature's rhythm. Why is time passing so quickly these days? We keep being so busy with our jobs, the baby and daily life that we have the feeling of missing some things.
Anyway, we keep doing our best and trying to do as much as we can. We got some apples (they are delicious!) and Sacha tasted a plum for the first time.
We came back home after the walk. Having dinner, I thought about the plums, the birds, and a poem I haven't finished. I went to continue writing it, but I couldn't. I stopped writing and trying. I remembered a poem from Wislawa Szymborska and then I thought about writing this post to share it with you. I wanted to share that poem from Szymborska, but looking for it on the Internet I found another treasure: advice by Wislawa Szymborska for blocked writers and aspiring poets. These answers were originally published in the Polish newspaper Literary Life. I'm sharing the Poetry Foundation selection. Isn't it magic?