Just Reminiscing Again Comments

'Tis that time of year when nesting birds are singing and the hawthorns are cloaked in their fragile white flowers
And the raindrops on the grass in the sunshine are sparkling and the Landscape looking greener after a recent shower
Of drizzly Spring rain and the dipper is singing his familiar song in the old mountain rill
That babbles it's way downland towards the big river along by the hedgerow in the field by the hill.
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