tones

I never took much notice of the few hens that have been there since I remember, wandering around in our neighbor’s back garden. But this Spring morning, picking some flowers for the living room, I am suddenly moved by the remarkably pleasant sounds they make amongst eachother. That ongoing soft and delicate clucking in a variety of tones, while they spend their days in a way that once, for them, must have been predestined.

Easter brunch
apple  blossom petals
colour the table

[gepubliceerd in Blithe Spirit volume 22 #3]