Home of the Springtide

[Papillon]

A warm rouge and a hint of mustard colours the dusky spring eves. The clouds move in abundance with flowing rains like milky paps across tambourine skies that bring rainbows and daydreams of anticipation.

May all that come here find a bud of springtide to bloom in their lives!

The sap is rising and the trees are starting to bud. Catkins hang delicate against azure skies and parrot tulips mix with small tubs of delicate tulips brought back in travels from persia. Daffodils wave from the orchard where the blossom continues to be perfect and carpet the ground with star like buds.

Baby chicks scrat in the dust and start to imitate their mums with tiny clucks.

Today as I walked in the orchard meadow, over the rise in the distance I could see a low cloud in the air. The closer I got to the cloud the more colour and butterfly´s I could see in the air. It was then that I realised that what I could see was not a cloud, but two trees. The trees were swaying and moving in the currents of the springtide. One of the trees blossom was covered in glitter - it sparkled so in the air and laughed gaily as its branches twirled about in spring like abandon. The other tree blossoms was a mass of butterflys, gathered together as a whole whilst moving within themselves.

I could see the butterfly´s going to the glitterblossoms and upon their legs gathering glitter for their wings. The glitter made beautiful designs upon their wings and the rest was scattered in the meadow dusting the grass top into twinkly tips.

I laughed as I walked through the grass and the glitter coated my clothes and dusted my nose. The sensation was sherbet and its atmosphere was divine.