Blue and Green

For the first day in almost a week the skies are calm, the trees still; just a gentle breeze ruffling the branches of the conifers. The clouds that rode the back of the blustery south winds have gone and the sky is as blue as blue, as blue as the blues in childrens' books. I watched a magpie fly overhead. There was a large twig in its beak. I love the silhouette of birds carrying twigs, quietly busy about their task; full of hope; excited about tomorrow... Little flames of crocuses burst among the emerald grass of the village green.