Spring and Summer are such magical times. They are neither dark and dreary, or so brilliantly colored you forget to see the magic happening right in front of your eyes.
Spring and Summer are somehow a time set aside, a time when spirits roam from daylight until dark, and the old gods walk upon the land in that time of Twilight.
Where all those tiny little creatures perform that mystic ritual of building nests
Of this and that
In secret tiny spaces….waiting and sitting and waiting until the whole world is greeted with the joy of bright little babies.
From my world to your heart,