Light

Four hours at the allotment, breathing in that pure, clean air.

Riflling through seed packets full of hope and anticipation.

Hands immersed in brand new soil and rotted down compost.

Face turned skywards, shoulders relaxed, flask in hand.

No wonder digging the foundations for a new shed quickly turned into a two storey des res. I'd move in, in a flash.

Spring brings hope- rejoice.