With colour, to lift the gloom.
Small beacons of bright.
For years I’ve admired these small balls of Spring fuzz in the Algarve, not knowing what they were. I guess the knowledge is worth a celebratory haiku. Gilly is feeling rather sad this week, so I hope this might cheer her up.
I don’t know how much laptop time I’ll have this weekend, as I’m eagerly anticipating the arrival of my daughter. I’ll be around if I can, but in case I miss you, I wish you all a peaceful and happy Easter.