The high crowns of the ancient and veteran oak and beech of Bratley Wood were alive with song this morning, as the assembled birds celebrated Imbolc, and heralded Spring's approach...they feel the subtlety of the seasons more keenly than we do. As the young sun grows and the soil warms, out in the forest the seeds and embryonic buds of potential begin to swell, closer to home, our hopes and dreams for this turn of the wheel are awakening. Imbloc blessing y'all. /|\
(I neglected to focus the camera, so the picture's not all that, but it's really for the bird song I posted.)
(I neglected to focus the camera, so the picture's not all that, but it's really for the bird song I posted.)
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