Spring outside Spring inside

The exuberance of the birds in springtime is contagious.  I 
cannot remember  a March when the dawn chorus has 
heralded such sublime days.  

The woods are only a few steps from The Doll House.  Here,
it is possible to walk for miles, skirting the banks of the 
man-made dams and the small lakes that are strung together 
like a string of pearls.  Now, in spring, shafts of  sunlight 
 illuminate the brown carpeted forest floor and beyond lies 
the glittering ice blue water.

In the garden, even while the last snow-pile melted away like 
the foam on a cappuccino,  the snow drops gathered with 
demurely bowed crowns.  Then, the crocuses brashly 
popped-up in both expected and unexpected places. 
 

  

Now, in April, Arctic air has chilled the euphoric feeling of 

spring  and even the birdsong has lost its rapture 

but the hardy snowdrops and crocuses are 

blooming valiantly in the 

wintery sunshine.

So, it seems that Easter promises evenings in front of the fire 
as we find comfort in chocolate.  

My thanks to Mariette
of Mariettes Back to Basics 
http://mariettesbacktobasics.blogspot.com/
for her Blog Award
nomination.
 Thank you Mariette
I am truly honoured.


Happy Easter
Anna