So there you have it, my take on the five senses, Touch, Sight, Taste, Smell, and Hearing.
In writing these, I have learned something more about myself and my view of life.
I had once thought that if I lost one of my senses, it would be my hearing I’d miss the most, because of my music.
But that is not the case, and it just goes to show how blinkered and self-centred I was concentrating on just one thing.
All of them are precious, and I cannot imagine being without any.
My posts weren’t in any particular order of preference, but now I have to say that of them all, if I lost my sight, it would be the most devastating for me.
Working in an office environment of various descriptions since leaving school in 1972, it was too much of an effort to go out for the simple pleasure of a walk, unless I was planning on meeting someone or going somewhere specific (like the bus stop to go and meet someone specific) .
With the help of my glasses, I was able to see the spreadsheets, computer screen and data in front of me to enable me to do my job. In the bank, I would greet the majority of customers by name, and if I saw them outside in ‘the real world’ would say hello.
I would watch TV or a film at the cinema and perhaps remember the story or actors in it.
But go for a walk in the forest or even just round the block, and I would see nothing. The woods would be full of trees and green foliage with a splash of colour, perhaps an occasional bird, but as to what type of tree, what kind of foliage or flower and what species of bird, I was ignorant as it held no interest. It was just there.
All that has changed, and I believe I am a better person for it.
My hearing is still acute, but to a different song. I’ll pick up on the rustling in the undergrowth before the sand lizard shoots out across the path in front of me. I’ll try to identify the bird singing its song before I see it flit from branch to branch, listen as the bees visit individual flowers.
At home, I heard the rain fall some 10 seconds before it hit our front windows, much to Hubby’s surprise.
On Friday, after a couple of days resting, he was able to join me for a walk with the dog.
The ground felt slippery underfoot in places where mud puddles were beginning to dry out again, lumpy elsewhere as pine cones lay crushed and gnawed in the pathways, soft and spongy where the moss grows like a carpet along deer tracks that we now follow to enjoy Nature at its most unspoilt.
The smell of the woods after the rain is fresh and new, more so with the seepage of sap from the tall pines where the bark had split due to the recent hot days.
In winter, it is a different landscape and with it a different smell.
In the summer months, there may be an abundance of nuts, blackberries and other forest fruit.
Last year, the berries were small and sweet, but the larger ones closer to the ground were left as we know the habits of the hundreds of dogs that visit the woods each and every day.
But the thought of being without any particular one would mean missing out on so much and so many of life’s pleasures, most of which are free to be enjoyed, if we only took the time to appreciate them.