The winter was long and dark. Spring was a poor,cold thing but in her last few days she has redeemed herself. She whispers, shamefaced, “You complained of the rain, but look now at what it brought you.”

Last years reeds are overtaken by new life. Red-winged blackbirds, finches, robins, ducks, all relieved at last to feel sun on their feathers, to turn all their energy to new life.

Turned from the delicate yellow of a few weeks ago. Yellow that hardly covered the fine twigs and branches, now brand-new sappy green!

Elbowing Spring out of the way before she even has a chance to take a full breath – showy Summer never waiting her turn

when I turn towards home, bidding me on my way as it hurries to its business with the great river a little way off. “Good evening, good green evening” it wishes me and I leave the green park for another time.