Bird song and cherry blossom danced on the wind. The sweet gentle beginning of spring. Not quite the feeling that makes you close your eyes and take a deep breath, savouring the start of good times. But the silent promises of spring. The snow on the far mountains was thawing, trickling down to feed to new growth grass. The lush chewy grass that would help nourish young foals and the other new life. For now though the grass was dry, sturdy growth that had survived the harshness of winter, with...
