A Spring Day In Derbyshire Dales

A SPRING DAY IN DERBYSHIRE DALES Sit with me a while, here on the soft green grass, that hides the Gentian Violet and the Daisy peeping through and watch how the soft cool wind lifts the fronds of Willow, hanging down to touch the fresh droplets of lasting dew. They stroke the glistening tips, to allow the verdant blades to sip, to grow another inch anew. Sit with me a while, here on the bank of the silver stream that gurgles and splashes over old stones with swirls of cream and see how the water delights in its journey, talking and whispering, laughing as its rivulets teem. They run down, to catch the sun that glints in its life force, then kiss the edges where the Red Campion bob as if in a dream. Sit with me a while and smile as the Wagtail swoops and settles on a rock, that gives him a place to stay and look at how he dips and tries, for just seconds, black and white tiny sprite greedy and gay. Take in the visitor Mallard, working their feet, in the deep water, pausing for all the ducklings together to make their way and gasp as you watch them turning round and round in the current tweeting their sounds as they play and feel your heart move at how the mother gathers them to her close and carries on in her loving display. Sit with me a while, in this English country scene of lush meadows and new life all around, drinking in the stream and the life giving sound, and feel how wonderful it is to say, what joy to be in England in this the month of May.