Sunshine

I put my washing out on the line for the first time this year.  It only got direct sun for a couple of hours, but this ritual always marks the start of spring for me, the time when the sun finally makes it over the horizon of the hill and falls on our garden. 


I share my seat with the bright dome of a ladybird,
Warmed by the sun on my face,
The squat mug in my hands,
The trilling of birds in this year's mating ritual,
The washing wafting in the soft March breeze;
All making the most of long awaited sunshine.  

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