spring into life

I love spring time

Stretching out my fingers as far as I can reach towards the warm sunshine in the blue ocean of sky. Everyone coming out of their winter clothes to absorb the life giving energy

We put on our Sunday best. Some a brilliant white, some pink like blushing cheeks of a child at play, and the rest of us a brilliant emerald, brighter than any jewel.

The choir of birds start as day breaks over the mountains, the bees get busy harvesting our pollen and we let our hair loose in the gentle breeze and feel alive again.

I might not be the young tree I once was but I still love spring