And spring will come again,
though all the world seem dark.
The Spirit wind is blowing
where hatred leaves its mark.
Of this hope I am certain,
until the King returns,
that where the night is darkest
the flame of love still burns.
The Nikau berries are out below the deck, and the wood pigeons are back feasting. This one was watching the dog through the window so I couldn’t go out on the deck without scaring it away. Of necessity, therefore, I had to take photos through my rather dirty windows. They are such beautiful big birds.
Couldn’t resist this – Lavinia Ross asked me how Bert was enjoying Spring…
the sun is shining
and we’re off to find Spring…