Jill’s happy poem 😀

It’s just Jill sitting watching out of her window munching on marmalade on toast, reminiscing her marvellous memories strolling along the silky sands of yon sensational seaside coast..She is slurping her good old fashioned Yorshire tea..watching  that busy bird table with those Blue Tits squibble, squabbling noisily..

And as the white slushy snow lies on the ground, Mother’s muffle up their little tiny tots to build seasonal snowmen fat and round..Winter is well on it’s weary way waiting for that fond farewell..when our wonderful new day will be dawning with such a clean, freshair, springtime smell..