Saturday, 23 March 2013

Spring is Sprung

Spring is sprung, the grass is riz

I wonder where the birdies is?



Well, we did wake to a surprise this morning!  Do give a thought for the poor birdies: they must be having a hard time of it at the moment. As for  me, in this topsy-turvy climate of ours, all I can do is thank God that I have a warm house, dry clothes and food aplenty. Any grumbles, gripes and aches and pains I might have are put into their proper perspective compared to the struggles of so many out there.

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6 comments:

  1. Crafty Green Poet23 March 2013 at 17:56

    I agree, the birds must be really confused with the weirdly unseasonal weather we're having

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  2. Greenpatches23 March 2013 at 18:20

    I know, poor things.

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  3. Anonymous23 March 2013 at 22:18

    They're not the only ones... But they keep singing, which gives me hope. D H Lawrence:

    I never saw a wild thing
    sorry for itself.
    A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
    without ever having felt sorry for itself.

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  4. Anonymous23 March 2013 at 22:23

    ...can we hope for another Greenpatch snowman?

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  5. Greenpatches24 March 2013 at 12:56

    Very true. They were in full chorus as I plodded my way up to church this morning.

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