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.
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.