Spring memories

If you find a good memory, hang onto it for dear life.

Today I saw the yellow and white spring flowers glowing in the grass and thought back to when I was a tiny kid at home in Frodsham, Cheshire.

The windows were always flung open at Easter and my parent's did the decorating. I remember the smell of fresh paint and finding new places to play in the rolls of carpet pulled aside for step ladders.

It was all very vivid and vibrant and I felt happy.

It was only today that I thought wether the solvents in the oil based paints had anything to do with it. Haha!

Extra of a robin.