Mimosa vibrates

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.