William Wordsworth began his Poem The Prelude with:
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A vistant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er it's mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: Now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
The perfect description of Henry and I's day together yesterday: enjoying sunshine, popsicles, open spaces, the inspiration those few precious moments sparked. I have been deeply discontent through the winter, but now my soul is taking deep breaths of sunshine and I'm starting to shake off the stiffness of bordom and monotony to welcome the joyous and energetic Spring.
I'm off to it and I hope you are too, once your morning coffee is dried up. I can see the bottom of my cuppa, which means it's time to enjoy the day. I promise to try and not neglect you this week. I'll be back with more fresh images soon.