Glorious Spring with its whisper cool breezes is here and I am being taunted by the
blasted oh so pretty Robin yet again rather like "Catch the pigeon" , today for example Mr rascally Robin bobbed along the woodland path stopped cocked its head ; the pretty head of a Robin is full of devious plans. Imagine if you saw a whole herd of Robins ; a herd of Robins are not likely to be planning a picnic.
Bluebells sway upon like a lush blue carpet and cuckoo pint hides in the corner a poisonous but beauteous sign of Spring.
This week signals a change of work fur me stepping in outdoor learning for year 1 , I'm full ready to embrace my new intrepid adventure. Two mornings have been freed up and life is too short for housework , so adventurous souls must be worshipped.