come wander with me...

through this little gate

minding the fresh green leaves hanging down

'hello sweet birdies...are you home or bathing in the sunshine...?'

following the path of daisies

and then a burst of beautiful spring colour dancing just there...

poppies and roses and peonies and pansies

and blossoms of every imaginable kind

before us,

above us,

all around

spring on the mountain really is so pretty