“It was on one of those mornings, common in early spring, when the year, fickle and changeable in its youth like all other created things, is undecided whether to step backward into winter or forward into summer,
and in its uncertainty inclines now to the one and now to the other, and now to both at once—
it was, in short, on one of those mornings, when it is hot and cold, wet and dry, bright and lowering, sad and cheerful, withering and genial, in the compass of one short hour…”
A native Daffodil for St David’s day and some lyrical prose from Dickens for the first of the month.
With a final Mad March twist to the tale…Mallard decoying as a bird sculpture and displaying the craft of her camoflague
1. Charles Dickens “Barnaby Rudge” Chapter 10
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