The rain is a cold wet blessing up here in the north. All the mosses on the moors have chosen today to begin their spring growth, or maybe it's just that I have chosen today to notice the soft bright green garlands which suddenly adorn the bilberry bushes, the little red spikes emerging among the lower growing fuzzy moss.
I also feel blessed in my brother and my sister. My family and my friends.
1 comment:
Off to google "bilberry"... sounds lovely!
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