Spring buds are here!

 After a long, grey, wet winter, we have just had a run of beautiful sunny spring days. What a difference it has made to my mood. 

SPRING BUDS ARE HERE


Simple

Pleasures

Returning

Instinctively -

Nature’s

Guest


Bursting

Unashamed;

Dazzling

Splendour,


Arousing,

Renewing,

Energising.


Hope

Exhales;

Relief

Emanates.



Rachel McCoubrie 26.2.21

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