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.

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