April - 2005.
Blackbird singing at Dawn - a video clip.
In April, I awake each morning at dawn to the sound of the blackbird singing.
At times I think how desolate the place must be in the poem "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" by John Keats, I quote the first verse:
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
A state of mind which instantly reminds me of a discovery I made about my sisters cake...see link below
link to my sisters cake
Link to My Sisters Cake