the seemingly ceaseless grey skies relented for a moment and the citizens of the rara republic snuck out to stretch their legs, in search of spring's avantgarde.
and we found it, hidden on the tips of branches as fat buds ready to burst, opening bright petals towards the sweet sun and soft fresh green leaves.
the sun warmed our faces. it recharged our batteries ready to face the next bout of grey.
'tis c's first spring. (not that he's got a reference point)
and although the winter hasn't really buggered off entirely, yet, we can be happy watching the garlic grow, the buds fatten and the grass go all sorts of green until the last moment when the hourglass world tips over and the sun comes back again....
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