These are perfect days. Early Spring, full of hope and promise. Crisp frosty mornings remind me that it's good to have emerged from a long dreary winter. The cold invigorating my sleepy self. Dawn's warm fingers creep across the landscape, over the mountains and across the fields.
There's new growth and new life. Slowly the buds are awakening, ready to unfurl after the winter months. The first lambs keep close to their mothers in the fields.
All around us nature is looking forward, preparing for a new season, for birth and growth.
There's birdsong in the hedgerows. Starlings, sparrows, finches getting ready to mate, to nest, to start afresh.
Blue skies make me happy. I am glad to be alive, to be out and about, walking, plotting, planning, dreaming. I forget the heartbreak and hard times that is life for many today.
