Spring; the green and growing time. The time of birth and resurrection. A time of nesting and the caring for the young of the many wild species. Here, at the edge of the greywood, we see Mother Webber, quietly introducing her tiny, recently delivered, offspring into their prime habitat: the Northern, highland meadow edge.

All is well and as it should be, here at this place, at the beginning of this wondrous season. Welcome to the Warm Times my friends. It is seems more precious than ever.