Back in my cups.

I bought myself a walking stick today, it looked like a gnarled branch with crook forming a crude handle. Made me feel slightly like an imitation shepherd, but I'm glad I bought it. It's not about aiding your step, it's about being correctly dressed. It's an excellent stick. I hung my store items on the handle and carried them like a bindle, feeling good.
I was heavily contemplating the time of year. I was in good spirits as the spring was upon my head, displaying a refreshing mixture of rain, hail and sunshine. A foreboding cloud almost tending the city as if it were a huge watering can. The brown drippage fell down the grubby buildings and they peeped out from beneath. Yes, it felt good.
I wrote to the young members of the clan and gave them ideas of what changes to observe in nature; no chocolate eggs or rabbits necessary, apart from the hares in bloom. But the new leaves exploding from the tips of trees, making me ponder if they were cold without them? Wild Garlic could be foraged easily and it was an excellent time for collecting Dandelion root for the excellent brew it makes. I mentioned to look at individual plants and observe how deep the colours became, spring is a beautiful time. I climbed back into my cups and waited for the winter to return.