Friday, May 05, 2006

Fifty springs are little room, augury and innocence.

1. Walking down a footpath while the white petals of wild cherry blossom fell all around me.

2. The swallows are back and I heard my first cuckoo. Summer is coming in.

3. A child's mountain bike lying on its side, right in the way, outside the newsagents.

Open space, weather and turkey oak.

1. Even a small bag of books given to Oxfam has opened up space on our shelves for new books that we might want to read. 2. 'This weathe...