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
A watchful cat wonders when biscuits are due - always time for biscuits you understand
while his brother explores down in the dell where the badgers dwell .........
where things might soon be stirring as night approaches, birds flitter and flutter their way to bed .....
evening falls and sunset fills the sky with glory
catching the hazel catkins in its last rays
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