Spring is bustling in my garden There are all sorts of magics happening as moisture surges through the soil and the light moves round to fill the space.
There are magic trees, hazel and conifers
totems from a long ago, distant garden guarding a water source
A little old man and lady, who converse in measured and discreet tones beneath the watchful eye of the sun and the moon
where things might soon be stirring as night approaches, birds flitter and flutter their way to bed .....
catching the hazel catkins in its last rays
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