The Spirit of Spring

It was a beautiful morning this morning, a bit cold still, and mucky under-boot, but the sun was shining. While out walking the famous ginger dog, I heard the sound of flute playing, a timeless melody lilting down across the fields from the woods. It was quite enchanting and drew me closer, and I stopped to listen for a while. I didn't go close enough to see who was playing. I like to imagine it was a woodland nymph, or a fairy, or Pan, or Puck, or a beautiful Celtic maiden in a green dress. Who knows? The spirit of spring stirring life back into the world.