Aszaryn in Early Spring

Not a soul in sight as I went for a long overdue stroll to see our neighbouring lake. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing somewhere in the tree tops. There were already shadows across the still frozen water, the cracks in the ice visible looking down at the mooring which looked even more devastated than last time.

Pipe man is here and new lights are shining. The chair finally arrived and I'm wondering what we will eat for tea.