Waiting for the sunshine in the land of green and ginger.

In long green grass and clover we walk, and the grass is wet with rain. A light drizzle falls, little more than a low cloud, not quite rain.

Together we walk up what was once a road, a narrow track where horses pulled carts, the road to Pennsylvania. Many years ago the track led over the hill to a small hamlet clinging to the hillside, no more than a huddle of house. Now it leads to ruins.

At the top of the track we practice climbing and flying, then walk again, past the city of badgers.

The raven family are practicing flying too and todays lesson would seem to be folding back wings and tumbling in the air. The wind today is kinder to them. Their flight is more confident.
On the gate Elmo poses, legs wet from the long grass, bright orange fire cat on a dull day.

On the way home there are foxglove flowers. Soon it will be summer. Soon the sun will shine.