Windmills of your mind

It was national open windmill weekend, so I cycled down to the nearest village, through April showers (in May), to take a closer look.

The first *open* windmill I got to was firmly closed. This, the second, was thankfully open, and turning to boot.
Here are a few more photos, including cute fluffy ducklings.

I was planning on cycling onto the next village, but the weather was so bad, I turned back and came home instead.

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that you said ?

As the images unwind
Like the circles
That you find
In the windmills of your mind