Dear Diary,
You look so new and shiny....I am almost scared to start using my quilt on you, I shall be gentle, you have my word.
Today down the woods I passed the sunny faces of celandine and primrose's flowers. The snow drops have almost said their goodbyes , Spring is finally here.
Under a tree discarded walnut shells from a squirrel's party. Lovely to hear the flutter of wood pigeon wing against the ivy and the sweet trill of a robin. Day was bright. Squinting my eyes up through the branches at the Spring sky I noticed little nests. Birds are busy, very loud going about their business. I love watching them.
I love to listen to the sounds of the wood, absorbing a spring morning. The snap of twig, scuff of my feet on branch and soft tickling moss. The gentle sound of water . The stream ripples and the sunlight sparkles dancing in the chilled morning light....magic, just magic.
Walked slowly down the Hill, passed Hobbiton where I stopped to buy a new green dress and a new brush for my goat....ooh and found a lovely letter in my mailbox which made me smile.
Until next time.....
