Its a Beautiful day.

What a beautiful day for a walk. Blue skies, I always take my camera when out with the dog, you never know what you might miss.

Not a breath of wind and the sun beating down to encourage all the crocus and snowdrops to lift their faces towards it.

It is one of those days that makes everything seem worthwhile.

In the next day or two all the daffodils will start to bloom throught the woods, we also have some tulips in amongst them, just the odd one or two and then the carpet of bluebells will take over.  Well, that takes me through till April by which time the nettles and other wild plants will be establishing their claim to flourish but, for today, I feel uplifted.

A touch of peace

The ripple of water in the sun

The twinkle of light on wet stone,

Soft whisper as the ripples run

Where ever they want to roam.

Be it brook or stream or rill,

Thro woodland or open weald

And paddles of an old water mill

Such peace you could ever feel.

This peace remains intact

Till the seasons turn a page

And Winter performs its act

Causing angry waters to rage.

It is a cleansing process

The frost, the ice and the snow

Ready to don the new green dress

For the start of the Spring time show.