Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 4 July 2008
Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
July is an inert and characterless month, I reflect, then start enjoying the baked gold of the grasses, speckled and bejewelled with purple and yellow flowers and brown seed heads.
2 comments:
It sounds like you've been dry and sunbaked there.
The wind is howling outside right now -- feels more like autumn than high summer.
That's set in here now too.
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