Spring sprang up this morning and kept on springing all day into a moonlit spring night, the bleating of lambs echoing in the perfectly still air. One of those nights which makes up for all the blizzards and frozen water.
Earlier as we trooped up the hill there was a sense of renewal - freshly turned earth, new shoots of grass, bird song and blue sky.
Strangely comforting after hospital visits and sad news to remember that, after all, life goes on and there is indeed a time and season for everything.
I know it comes from Ecclesiastes but I`ve been humming the Byrds version all week.
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