So its april time in Ireland, Cork to be precise, its Wednesday 29th, grey skies, damp air, birds flying eratically in search of food.
Its almost time for my daily walk through the farm, perhaps i may meet some other walkers, perhaps not, due to the weather. `But i don’t mind the rain, as that’s the source of life, who am i to complain.
May is on the way and its a time when flowers begin their life cycle, seed to stem, stem to branch, branch to blosom, blossom to bloom, bloom to seed, and so the cycle is complete. need i say more.