A week ago the sun shone for all it's worth all weekend
long. The buds were popping open like popcorn going off in a microwave. The new lush greenery has provided a gorgeous clean covering all around like fresh bedding. Dappled shade now sways beneath the canopy, bees fly by and the first white butterflies flap about in their mad rush to goodnessknowswhere. Suddenly everything feels like the cogs have fallen into place, that the world is in motion once more. I want to sit on a gentle swing in a great big tree to watch the season happen in front of my eyes.
How are you?
Take care,
Sophie
