Easter Day sunrise in the garden.

Another beautiful morning with birdsong everywhere.
Blackbirds, robins, collared doves, noisy sparrows, and chattering magpies.
Our pair of blackbirds are very busy building a nest in the climbing hydrangea on our porch wall by the front window.
It’s fascinating to sit and watch them bringing beaks full of grasses, old leaves, and some bits of feathery fronds they have scavenged.
It is beautiful in the garden at this time of the morning.
We had a 3 mile circular walk yesterday afternoon after a pub lunch at the Green Man in Middleton village, which we ate sitting outside in their patio area in the enclosed garden, in the warm sunshine.
The walk is along meadow paths, then through an ancient wood, where the carpets of bluebells are to be found in Spring.
Wandering through trees where sunlight glinted in and out through the newly unfurling leaves, was an absolute delight.
Bluebells in large swathes beneath in the carpet of undergrowth.
A thrush began to sing. Such a glorious sound of liquid notes.
The woodpecker was drumming constantly.
We never came across another soul.
I was so pleased that I had managed my first longer walk.
Now it’s time for breakfast, 7.15 a.m
We will be off to church for the Easter Day service afterwards.
My favourite Sunday of the year.
And all of our hearts praying for peace in Ukraine.
Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate, with the cry that goes up

“He is not here
He has Risen!
Hallelujah! “