The moon is shining up above;
The stars they twinkle bright;
You can hear the cooing of the dove;
As he settles for the night;
Shadows play across the ground;
Some short, some fat and some tall;
As we walk and look around;
But no one is there at all;
Now to make this poem end;
I'll say good night /day my Friend.
Stay safe.!! poem by Patricia Carrick X

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Field Mouse, thank you.

Wednesday sprinkles after a day spent mostly baking...
Breads made for Friday, well, just one more to do plus a few small cakes...
Tomorrow afternoon is Cinema so hopefully that will go down well and cakes and scones will also go down well 😊
Saw my first flush of Siskin today...stunning lemon and lime green plummage...managed to get a few photographs but the greenfinch had flown away before I could grab my iPhone due to floured hands 😂 Seeing 17oC/63oF was a lovely surprise and hopefully many days more like this to follow....
Night to you all x

Thanks so much for
your Visit   ☘️

Xx

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I see bright yellow daffodils
      Dancing with Faeries
              On windy hills 🍃

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