Out of a kitchen window
Blue skies and white fluffy clouds ... Dry ....
The birds were chirping away ... making themselves heard ... Spring is in the air ...
The tree branches are still brown and bare ... Debris from these trees; shaken off some of its branches onto the ground from the winds of fury ... The grass still short and shorn from the last cut in November ... The growth slowed down that over the winter it ripples like a lake of water in a gentle breeze at times ...
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