Rains Wash The Fenland
Cool spring rain welcomes us this morning, washing the dust from the fen and transforming the flat dark soiled east into a green backdrop for that wonderful early summer theatre that mother nature delivers every year. Every blade of grass, every leaf that plays between blossom is clean, clean and new, awaiting those warm summer winds in which they will dance gently while fen tigers warm their bones.
For this bead hermit a day of work lies ahead and as rain runs down my window my eyes will once more watch the magical movements of my flame as it kisses and caresses the glass in my hand and the sounds of rain on timbers above my head will again remind me just how lucky I am to work warm and dry.
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