I just love the goldenness of Dandelions. They may be seen as weeds but I love their brightness.
The bushes and the bird feeder are very busy with Goldfinches. We have also had Chaffinches and Long Tail Tits, Robins and a Wren – all getting ready for Spring.
And just because I like this poem…. another by W B Yeats
Where My Books Go
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.