It was an intimation of spring in the garden. The sky was blue and the day warm.
The breeze stirred the blackboy fronds into an abstract painting.
A sprinkler was turned on. I remembered being a child, running through the water spray, laughing in delight.
The breeze stirred the blackboy fronds into an abstract painting.
A sprinkler was turned on. I remembered being a child, running through the water spray, laughing in delight.
