Up here in the north, spring time sunshine comes in on quiet feet.
Gently warming the air until the evening, when, despite the beautiful sunset,
there is a sharp nip in the air.
Himself and I went down to the end of the garden to put the hens to bed.
I lingered back, looking at the still sleeping flowerbeds.
To my delight I found that several blooms had appeared since the weekend.
Now, as the evening draws in, the fire has been lit and behind me
a small jug of spring.
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