You know it's spring when the winter-warm sheets are drying in the sunlight and a gentle breeze before being folded away till next year, and the crisp cotton sheets have taken their place.
Oh, and blossom. Of course.
Oh, and sitting on the sunny verandah, browsing the weekend papers while eating a leisurely lunch.
As the kids say, it's all good.
It is.
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