Friday, 1 April 2011

One fine day

No sooner is the cherry blossom out then down comes the wind, swooping off the mist-encrusted top of Bluebell Hill, down, down into The Enchanted Village.

At the front of Monty Chocs-Away's house, the blossom forms a carpet of pink, blown up like confetti by the breeze, swirling around in ever decreasing circles.

Down the road, Bellows Packman's goats bleat and the sheep in the field call out. A woodpecker rat-a-tats and a jackdaw dives down Champagne-Charlie's chimney with a large twig in its beak.

Past Tuppence's house there is an exotic smell of patchouli. In the Sheepwash pond the frog spawn is holding its breath before bursting into life.

The village is a tableau, poised, ready and waiting for something to happen.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

1 comment:

  1. We'd be poised here too, if we could breathe underwater. All is waterlogged and dreary here and the blossoms will blow off the trees before they've really been appreciated under a blue sky.
    Terrible spring this year.


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