“It’s Spring again. And birds on the wing again start to sing again that old melody.” Sounds pleasant enough, doesn’t it? But where I live you can really tell Spring has arrived not by the birdsong but because of the … Continue reading
“It’s Spring again. And birds on the wing again start to sing again that old melody.” Sounds pleasant enough, doesn’t it? But where I live you can really tell Spring has arrived not by the birdsong but because of the … Continue reading