Been playing, gardening, working and cycling in the glorious sunshine this week. Amazing! Wondrous! Delicious! Feels like Spring has sprung. The sparkling frog spawn is adorning the pond plants and edges like necklaces. The birdsong just before Dawn announces longer days I hunger for at last. And the snowdrops, daffodils and grape hyacinths sing their colourful songs as well. How glorious that we have the seasons to remind us that there is always a pulse to living. And that one thing dies so that other things can arise. And this is living. This pulse. This heartbeat.