Oh warm springtime evenings I remember you. I remember the gorgeous after dinner light, the wanders down the driveway, the perfect reflections on the dams and the loud chorus of pobble-bonks.

Oh gorgeous balmy spring evenings I remember how happy you make me, how much I love that last water of the garden of the day, the leisurely weeding and yet another pick through the asparagus. And I love that finally after such a long wet winter we can practically watch our garden grow.

Oh warm and still evening, I remember how farmer Bren makes the most of you, working until it gets so dark that he can't see what's in front of him. And how much I love the surprised and happy look on his face when we go down to visit him. How dirty his hands are and how we all just want to kiss him.

Oh Springtime evenings you make me so happy. I love the extra hours in our day. I love the extra adventures we can get up to. I love the running and skipping and climbing and laughing down the driveway.

And the bees. Oh my goodness, standing very still right next the hive watching the bees coming home after a long day's work is one of my favourite things to do.

Oh Springtime evenings, I am so happy you are here again and sticking around for a while. I like the way we live our lives when you are here. You are so good for us. We are so good when you are here.

xx