sea

really is a baptism of the ocean on your skin.
especially at night when the moon is splashing silver light all over you, and the waves, and the shiny beach.
and the water is in your ears, in your hair, down your face..

life explosion.

spring.. round about where I live.

Peas please!

Dandelion clocks - telling time the faerie way

Couple of handsome birds out for a stroll..

Freesia. [if only you could post scents..]

Look! Blue sky!

Spring song

Spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidies* is.
They say the boid is on the wing.
Ain't that absoid?
I thought the wing was on the boid.

My Grandfather always used to say this - at least, I remember him oft repeating the first two lines.. I tried to find out who it is by - apparently it's by Anonymous. There is much internetal discussion about the correct version and possible author/s.

All that to say.. Welcome spring - in all your lush greenness and spicy scents!

*boidies=birdies