Monday, April 5

spring sprung

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind. (kahlil gibran) That pretty much encapsulates how able I feel about describing me + these spring days. I am down to simplicity and single syllables, just soaking in the days and the warmth. 

The cat is in the sunbeam;
sprouts are in the soil,
birds are calling early-morning;
tea is on the boil.
(by me)