The exuberance of nature on a sunny spring day is almost overwhelming to my indoor-accustomed senses. The intensity of colour. The smells and sights and sounds. And the relief I'm experiencing this year in being - just a little bit - out and about and able and willing to take photographs once again is hard to describe.
But today I'm having to deal with a pinched nerve in the jaw after a session in the dentist's chair a few weeks ago with my mouth jammed open too wide for too long, and the change in my bite following a new crown. The throbbing pain radiating out from the temporomandibular joint set in a few days later after each time I chewed on that side and even sometimes when I didn't. According to the cranial osteopath, who worked her usual magic on releasing and soothing spasmed muscles and connective tissue, the battered nerve and tissue should gradually calm down over the coming weeks. It's a bit better after her treatment but I still have to be careful how I eat. Soft foods only on the menu right now. I speak to the osteopath on the phone this afternoon for my reassurance (she's very good at that) and I'm seeing the dentist again later this week. Gulp.
In short, facial pain is a pain. Ice packs are at the ready.
So the daily walks are both a therapy and a distraction. I've acquired a small reference book of British trees. Embarrassing how few species I can name with any confidence, aside from the obvious ones (weeping willow, oak, holly etc.) After rifling through the pages I think the beautiful specimen above is a sycamore in flower. If I'm wrong I'm sure someone will tell me.
Oh and Mars has turned direct today. Hooray.