Easter

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
~ by Joyce Kilmer

Not this year, Joyce. It has been the worst Month of March, weather wise, since the year I was born. On the raido a short while ago, we were warned that April will prove very cruel for wildlife.  There is hope at the end of the tunnel – or maybe it is a tease – May will bring a Heatwave!!!

Happy Easter To Everyone

The sky is light
The hills are white,
The air is cold
but my heart is bright,
E&G I will see you tonight.

“A true friend is someone who thinks you are a good egg
even though they know you are slightly cracked.”