The woods are so wet I feel I could pick them up and squeeze out water smelling of elderflower, crushed nettle, pine and wild carrot.
The dogs drink from the gravelly stream.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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1 comment:
Your description makes me think of that favourite word "redolent."
So delicious; I love how wetness intensifies the fragrance of things.
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