Tuesday 24th January (A Mild Day with Rain)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a cloudy sky hiding the Northern Lights that can now be seen further south. Never mind Mr. Kite can see trees and birds from his window. Today Mr. Kite and His Lady went to put some flowers on a special grave.

At midday they placed red and yellow tulips on a grave that was already decorated with holly, ivy and mistle-toe. In a tree in the churchyard a robin sang a cheerful song, a great tit called loudly for a mate and a wood pigeon cooed thinking that the sunshine was a sign of spring.

On the grave white snowdrops pushed through the dark brown earth and new green shoots edged their way into the sunshine. Overhead a large flock of lesser black-backed gulls flew in a 'vee shape' and a greater spotted woodpecker sat on top of a silver birch.

The hedges were showing new shoots and the moles were evident because of the fresh mole hills. In the graveyard was life and death. Today was a quiet day and soon mr. Kite was enjoying a tipple of Tetley tea.