Saturday, August 17, 2013

Officially, here the first day of spring is 1st September. But it already seems like spring. The daffodills are flowering, the buds are appearing on the tress and the birds (apart from the cockies who have such hideous calls when they come in to roost) sing with a piercing sweetness.  In a coupla weeks I can dispense with my longjohns till next winter.

Well, unless I can catch someone like this.


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