Spring

There’s a whole gang of frogs in my pond. They’re engaged in prolific procreation – as if there’s no tomorrow. Frog spawns, nature’s bubble wrap look alikes, appear miraculously – almost overnight. The gold fish, scandalised by the frolicking frogs, blush in one corner.
Snowdrops are popping up, Daffodils too make a tentative appearance. Delicate, translucent green shoots are everywhere. Skylarks and Robins have started their morning chorus – or at least they’re tuning up for the daily performance. It’s early days still. But life has restarted after the gloomy dark winter. Spring is in the air.