It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Spring goes from strength to strength

“Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring!  When shaws be sheene and swards full fayre, and leaves both large and longe!  When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, in the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when the birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding ding, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-wee, ta-witta-woo! 
And so on and so on and so on. See almost any poet between the Bronze Age and 1805.”  
George Orwell - Keep The Aspidistra Flying

Bit gloomy here.... but we are going to eat a chocolate rabbit later.

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