N is for Nest


I had something entirely different planned for today, but my husband sent me this picture yesterday, asking if I had something for N.

It’s a nest. Moorhens come to make nests at the foot of the willow tree at the bottom of our garden every year, and every year it is like the ultimate sign that spring is here, for me.

Our willow is one of my biggest treasures, as I once saved it from the hacksaw, defending it fiercely against those that don’t care.

I enjoy it every year, especially when it dresses up in all white fluff and then when it shelters the nest of little moorhens.

So, I can declare, that now it is officially spring here at our house!

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