Mine has always been March. Today is warm enough to open the patio doors for the first time. The frogs are croaking in the pond and there is the first pod of frogspawn. I heard the first blackbird singing. And of course, all the spring bulbs are looking glorious.
All this is a taste of summer to come. My heart lifts and I feel young again.
What to do with immigrants? - ask Shakespeare
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.





