Warm Morning Of Spring
A warm morning here in the wild fens with a rain filled sky hanging over the flat lands. Nature's spring is taking shape with building birds working the garden floor for twig and straw to carry, while bee bumbles around the hedgerow's prince who stands proud dressed in his white blossom and leaf bud, the sign of spring that most ignore is the regal blackthorn.
The dandy of the fens, a cheerful pleasant sight in any country lane on this April day, to grow his fruits of sloe this summer will he tend while wild plum and dansom will follow, their fruits more sweet and rich in juice.
The countryside has that hint of green and a promise of summer at last, not so cruel as to tease this time the mother lets winter pass without further tricks and sets smiles on faces who watch the skies foe swallow and swift, noses smell that rich clean grass and nettle shoots so green for tea do bunch while cherry blossom opens in soft pink.
A real spring day for this bead maker to work his trade and one he will enjoy.
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