Spring arrives and thoughts turn to summer…

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

William Wordsworth


Yes, I know that, relatively speaking, I’ve been neglecting you recently, due to an insane work schedule.

That is slowing down now, so I hope to be bringing you some posts (and also getting in world) over the weekend as we begin to ratchet up SLN’s output again.

I can’t promise there won’t be more lulls as RL takes over on occasion, but the next couple of weeks are looking extremely good, SLN-wise.

I walked to work this morning. It takes me around 30 minutes, and it was a delight to walk in, in sunshine, and walk home again, in sunshine. Wow! It felt really nice to wander through the park and even have time to stop and take photographs of emerging daffodils and crocuses (or is that crocii?). Spring has arrived here in northern Europe. 🙂trine daffodils3_001c

That’s not to say winter can’t have a sting in her tail! This time last year, the snows descended. On Mother’s Day, in the UK, in 2013, I went to visit my parents’ grave, and couldn’t even get out of the car at the cemetery, the snows were so deep! The equivalent day is just a couple of Sundays away, so I hope we don’t have a repeat of last year.

Whatever…I sent model Trine out with Harry to capture a sense of spring returning to us here in northern Europe, and to maybe begin to turn our attention to a new RL naturist season at last!!!!!! Of course, this will be reflected in re-newed energy and possibilities in SL naturism, and we hope to bring you the best of it all through until the season ends (mid-September is probably a realistic ‘end of season’ in Europe…maybe a little earlier in relatively northern Europe).

William Wordsworth penned his famous poem in The (English) Lake District, not so far away from where I write these words, and they summon up the sense of a decreasing chill wind dancing over a sea of yellow and green. Spring is upon us. 🙂