March, a month of hope and promise. The days are drawing out, the birds are singing, green shoots are emerging. My local pigeon is, once again, nesting in a tree outside my bedroom window, allowing me a bird’s eye view into her nest.
The cycle of nature continues despite the turmoil of our world, and I find that immensely reassuring. I hope it won’t be too long before my army of woodland workers can return to reap the benefits of friendship, fun and wilderness.