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Mr Spring has Arrived

Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder, Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling, Rising from the stone he drops a snowdrop and a forget-me-not onto the cold ground He had not taken two steps and these flowers have taken root and they begin to grow. Wet winter aged bushes turned towards this young man he stops and they begin to dry, Hawthorns nod in thanks and they show him a blanket made of beautiful white blossom, Colors begin to show in crags by rushing rivers it is time for the heather to wake up, The young man slowly turned around gray damp plants stood upright their colors bright. Rabbits darted from their warrens scurrying looking and finding the Dianthus allwoodii, Cock Pheasants run in circles as baby pheasants grow the proper plumage with their mums, Frogs hop and croak in the long grass looking for mosquitoes and midges for breakfast, Caterpillars slither along looking for foliage, plant stems and any unsuspecting flowers. Moles wander around leaving scars across the meadows looking for earthworms and insects, Red Spiders living on lower leaves, a Rhododendron bug a pest making the leaves go brown, The Creeping Thistle is a tall weed it grows very quickly and has beautiful yellow flowers, The Colts foot is outstanding with its flowering bright yellow head emerging in Springtime. As he made his way across orchards glades and tiny little brooks the land burst into glory Grey washed away and bright colors took their place and all turned to a brilliant beauty, New buds on green trees creating a huge canvas ready for painting an incredible masterpiece, Water in the brooks bubbled with joy and the birds sang young Mr Spring had returned again.

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