First day of spring 2013

Somebody threw away pieces of stale bread. They landed on the last year grass uncovered by recently melted snow, just below our balcony. Few crows or rooks pecked at it since the morning. As a child, I was taught to respect bread and never to throw it away. We accumulated uneaten bread in a bag and gave it to a pheasant woman when buying fresh dairy products directly from her. Many households would rely upon such delivery straight to the house, usually once a week.   The milk, cream, cottage cheese or eggs tasted by far better than the ones from the shop.