Birdsong – at last – in the late dawn a bit of hope for lighter days. The blackbird sings a sharp and purposeful song and tails off to a ‘so there’ mutter. The robin is irrepressibly cheerful and irresistibly positive. At last the crows don’t have it all their own way.
2 thoughts on “The Twelfth Day of River Stones”
A lovely twelfth stone and photograph. I’m reading your book just now and finding it hard to put down it’s so good.
*Wow, thanks, Anne – two compliments for the price of one 🙂 *