Fresh breeze, blue sky and glorious winter sun that places a lustrous sheen upon the great willows do welcome me this weekend morning. Goldfinch feed on seed and the wicked talk of the magpie does echo through the conifer wood, the home of jay and sparrow hawk, where dappled stars of light cut through the hanging mist.
Cock pheasant struts from hadgerow to open headland, the sun lighting his rainbow chest like polished glass while brambles rest from frost and ice for just one day. For this bead maker a day of fresh air will be enjoyed and the pen too will enjoy freedom, for it's words will bring memories and opinions that none can erase.
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