04/02/2026
I want to pause and take notice before the day closes.
I trudge through the fields near our cottage, fingers tips tingling as I shut the gate behind me.
The cows are lowing softly, all huddles under the mighty oak, devoid of leaves.
The ground is mushy, dank, the air crisp, and biting.
But then i hear the melodious tunes of the chattering robins, a lone daffodil; its sunshine face waving softly in the breeze.
The magnolia has furry buds, teasing me that spring is on its way.
The sun is setting; flamingo pink collides with Molten orange.
Spirit lifted, I am called by home comforts; fluffy socks and a hot cup of tea.
My neighbour calls ‘Hello’ and I answer back with good cheer.
I shut the door firmly, I am ‘wintering’ my dear.