Irish Spring is a hit and miss affair, a bit like Irish Politics.

Days are stretching – indicating Spring is here even if the weather is contradicting this.

Bob does enjoy a good roll in the frosty grass.

Or a snooze in the sun while windows are cleaned.

While on a morning walk we noticed that weddings are happening.

Best of all, the woods are full of fun stuff to do,

just as well really as it has taken two days to post this to the site.

If you have any internet speed tips for this blogger, please apply below. All suggestions will save more jelly babies from being munched on.

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Bob’s Diary: I know stuff.

Early morning in the wood I got out and waited,

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while my fluffy friend got out and ran like the wind.

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We had a nice walk

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then I relaxed

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She went off, but I wasn’t worried,

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because she is like a boomerang. She always comes back.

 

 

One hundred years old and climbing

My eyes meader along the grass path which runs in a higgeldy piggeldy fashion towards the one hundred year old beech tree.

This majestic tree commands the sweeping fields beyond it.

Long arching branches bow low in the soft breeze sweeping the tender freshly cut grass. The air around it tingles with expectancy.

Stretching skywards the tip of the tree appears to brush heavens floor.

It’s extravagant size suggests it has regal dealings of a celestial nature.  Fluffy clouds perch on its top, lingering like surreal angels seeking a brief respite from their work.

Truth is this chameleon is hiding an earthly significance. It serves to remind us of natures calendar as it announces the season by the coat it wears.