Blossoms! Sunshine! Warmth! Swifts and Martins! Bursts of pink, green and white, buzzy busy bees, blue sky with the aroma of freshly cut grass. The promise of more luxurious days dozing in the garden on sunny days. The start of summer! I LOVE this time of year. All my senses are heightened in May. Even the laziest trees (Ash, I am looking at you) finally have green leaves. And flowers, flowers everywhere! It’s a veritable feast for the eyes. The birds are singing, the grass is being mown (unless you’re doing no mow may but ssssssh). I owe you all a positive, happy post because I’m really good at writing when I am miserable and usually too busy having fun when I am not. So, I thought I’d describe my favourite time of year. Spring in general is exciting for me because the end of Winter in the UK drags so much and even more so this year with the record rainfall. It’s been very cold and wet and pretty bleak, really. But the sun has finally poked through right in time for Birthday month,
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