Above, Below & Beyond

Above the snow folk slid, children laughed and played and A&E filled up with walking wounded.

On Sunday the snow began to melt.

Below the snow, hidden from sight, aconites and snowdrops awaited their moment; robins and bluetits looked on, saying nothing.

Monday arrived with the sound of birds cascading through the quiet streets and gardens and bankings burst forth their hidden joys.

Surely, it must be Spring.

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