Today we have had rain. Good Rain.
Wisps of cloud wind across Badnage Wood. A wonderful brightness grows in the land and from the fresh green. Parched soil sucks in the wet and I inhale something so fresh (yet so familiar) that my excited heart gives the smallest leap. As moisture seeps ever downward, I feel - if I tried very hard and with nose and ear to earth - I could detect the worm's passage, the stirring legless bug, the plod of beetle and crack as cased seeds break. I would whisper 'Come out now all you shoots and green things, it's Spring. Come out to play!'