The dawn chorus is a symphony of delight. Our little robin, perched high in an oak tree, sings for his breakfast; a cheeky male blackbird has taken to tapping insistently on the bedroom window to rouse us from our slumber! The frogs are busy too; their activity has transformed the pond into a jacuzzi, the water turning opaque as they fill it with frogspawn. This morning I noticed gentle anticipation in the air ... early mist wandered through the trees before the sun rose high enough to warm its mystery away The garden is gently waking, in turn waking within us primeval joy at participating in this Rite Of Spring.
