Start writing it says, I’ll let my pen flow.
A ramble to my local park, drizzle, damp underfoot – and chilly. A power of good to get blood flowing, warming old bones.
Spring’s begun its push on winter, new signs of growth if you look. When may I pack away my winter coat, for now pleased to have one.
My morning spent writing letters, Manuscript & Dipping Pen, drawing cards and making envelopes and now, delivered by hand, will be opened and read or nestling on a doormat.
Tread, Doodle & Scrawl 