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Today the woods were full of bluebells and wild flowers, the sky was full of blue, the trees were full with blossom. The breeze was full of stirring and the paths were full of our walking. Our pockets were full of acorns and seeds, the pond was full of tadpoles. The air was full of the songs of nesting birds and white cherry petal snow falling down on the laughter of shouting children on the big rope swing over the hill.
The bare trees in the hedgerow were full of restless blackbirds, the meadow at the bottom of the hill was full of young babies and children picking wild grasses and "sunshine flowers" (dandelions) to tuck behind my ears. Chubby hands were full of chunky bouquets of spiky things, brownish-purple things, standing up things and falling over things.
Now my vases are full of pussywillow catkins, purple grasses and branches of cherry blossoms. My cup is full of tea and my blog is finally full of writing again! Happy Spring!