The geese came home to the lake this week, singing their wonderful, throaty songs on high, and the daff's are poking their heads up out of the soil. Sure we still are getting the odd little flurry and cold snap but the rebirth is near. I sat on the rock on my hill the other night with the old Low D, pondered Jim's passing, my grandson's birth, and the signs of the coming of spring.............I would tell you one more time, that the world is always turning towards the morning...

Wonderful post, Ebbie.

All the best,

Mick