A Green World In Just a Week
The sunshine warms the flat lands this Sunday morning with easy winds blowing across the fens as leaf and blossom alike dance their little jig of spring, a night of rain fell over us here in the east and still the rich soil is damp and dark awaiting the dry sunny day ahead.
How green this land has now become with sun and rain working that magic we miss all winter, the hedgerows fill with shades of green, no more through these trees can we see, now they form a solid wall for field and meadow while natures larder will soon feed and busy nests will run through summer.
For this old bead maker there is a long day to face but one of which he will enjoy, the morning sounds will fill his ears while he sits at flame and his mind will once again ride the carousel of bead ideas that never leaves his head, colours will play and eyes will wonder at the marriage they make while smiles will beam across his face.
An afternoon of garden will follow and soil to work, seeds will once more be sown and hoe will glean the weeds that number many in just a week while seedlings grow those crops we wish for to fill our plates and salad bowls this summer. A happy man will finish this day by pond, book in hand and dog by feet he will sit, a simple man he has become and one who greets every day with hope and smiles, thankful for this life he has.
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