Spring
Oh, the joys of spring! It can hardly be described! Everything seems so alive, so full of spirit, so vibrant and full of colour. The plants, trees, and grass quiver in the wind, sway with the breeze, and seem to be rippling with laughter due to their sheer pleasure in coming to life and breathing the fresh air of a spring morning. These were my very thoughts while I was out walking on a bright, sunny afternoon, in the hayfield behind the woods. The air was scented with the fresh breath of pines and ferns, the birds were singing -perhaps serenading one another- and I was mighty glad to see the little buds on the maple and birch trees. There appears to be a restlessness everywhere and in every creature, a longing to get out of closed and stuffy places, a craving to release your spirit and be careless and free, a wish to soar on the winds and sing at the top of your lungs. Even the usually placid farm animals are touched with symptoms of spring fever. The sheep, not...