The quiet. The still.
The solitude. It's mine, it's all mine. I'm claiming each little
blade of grass, each tiny petal for my own. Spring is my monopoly;
the scent of blossom, cow parsley, freshly cut grass.
I'm banking every
moment. The sights, sounds, smells will remain locked away in my
heart ready for when the sun hides away and the world freezes over
once more.
If I close my eyes I am
taken right back to that place where the rich scent of blossom fills
the air and the gentle, soothing hum of the buzzing insects is almost
hypnotic in it's continuity.
It's a beautiful time
of year.
Sophie