How disheveled things look. Some washed-out hydrangeas, a last pink dahlia, the gunnera by the spring collapsing into itself.
A white flash as a rabbit starts up beside the beehives.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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it is the disheveled time of year isn't it? I like the rabbit in this...
The word disheveled is perfect! My sedum looks so seedy, and everything needs a good clipping-back. Unfortunately, I just don't feel like being outside at the moment. I haven't even walked in ages.
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