Snow, snow I'm stuck inside -

  spring's delayed, when will it arrive?

Up to Scotland, a cold little place.

  Snowballs were made, I got one in my face.

The wide open river and empty shore

  swept clean by the winter storms, and

Avocets, pied arrows flying in fierce defence

  of their chicks, like fluffy pebbles.

East winds of March you must revere

  otherwise, you'll just disappear!

We need some pretty springtime flowers

  instead of sleet and snowy showers.

The snow and ice is far from funny.

  Where the hell's the Easter Bunny?

Easter pleasures, melting chocolate eggs,

  firm Simnel cake and juicy baby lamb.

Our caravanning with Nan and Gramps.

  Oh what fun, apart from the damp!

Winter past, another spring;

  Robin sings a hopeful tune.

Early song, bright morning.

  Golden garden, life is calling.

Flowers and blossom, everything awakening.

  Birds and bees - flying and buzzing

Spring flowers in sparkling sequence.

  Busy birds chirping and nesting.

New green shoots on the trees,

  spring flowers bud everywhere.

The flowers are growing nicely.

  I'll pick some and put them in a vase.

Washing on the line and hearing the birds sing

  that's how I know it's the arrival of Spring.

It cannot be... it is - green shoots here again.

  Buds are opening,

why oh why -

  my diet's been in vain!

Silent the woods, the leaf scattered ground drenched with blue.

Silent the woods, no cheerful old collie to snuggle through.

On a lovely and warm spring day

  I lay back on the banks of Loch Tay.

On a boat ride we nearly died,

  but in the end we all survived.

Kingcups and buttercups, tadpoles and bluebells,

  cotton wool clouds and primroses -

  picnic time!

My springtime memory is of ewes with lambs,

  sucking milk from bottles through a teat, filling their bellies.

Spring - Time of rebirth

            Gentle mirth

Spring - Beginnings and ends

            Now to look forward and plan

            No time for regrets