18th March 2008

What is this? It is spring and its vistas gilded echoing the sunshine pouring over a day that rises ever more early. It is the rapturous avian sounds that begin in the heart of holly bushes and finish at dusk on the chimney tops. It is the scents of nectar, of pine, spruce and cedar borne on the wind. Its aroma challenges every sense for the world awakens and I awake to witness one more spring.