And as it does this time of year, April’s shower clears, the sun comes out and it"s a glorious day, with everything Spring has to offer. Technically, we may be still in April, but it seems May has decided to arrive early.
Trees and hedgerows wave in the fresh breeze, flourishing frothing blossom like hands applauding the sky. Close by the hedges, the hum and buzz and burr of insect life all but drowns out the birdsong.
The birds themselves flit one way and another, ferrying twigs and grasses. Some of the more enterprising raid the stable for horsehair, tugging it loose from crevices and crannies, trailing it behind like some sort of bridal veil as they fly to nests-in-progress.
And my flame-haired mermaid is there, in the stable. She’s roughly dressed, in jeans and gumboots. The filled
