Morning 1.1

[Tiger the Lion]

I am so enjoying this one, especially the last two lines, so sad when the snow melts late and reveals already shriveled crocus petals, shot their wad with no one looking.

Racket bothers me, I just can't hear them making that much noise, groaning yes, but not a racket.

Thanks for posting this, great fun and such an interesting moment.

Thanks Ella. You may be right about "racket". It was a leftover from my first thought. How does "murmur" sit with you?
Paul