Hail and well-met!

Writing at home, I am temporarily distracted by a sudden, rather violent, bout of hail striking against the study window. I walk through to the galleried landing to look out of the round barn window for a better view.

A swallow flies by, twisting and turning in the hail. My first of the year. An unexpected, though not unlooked-for, delight!

This is turning out to be a very strange Spring.

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