The spotlight on our responsibilities and wonder for the natural world is bright and strong.
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The eyes are treated to a riot of colour and choice.
Find a hill, no matter how small, and look down on a soft cloud-like blanket hugging the ground.
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For to-day we have naming of parts.
Even Mother Nature does her best work following the habits of the seasons.
Here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known.
