Deep winter light through lopped oaks' script, the river winding full between its sallow-sprung banks, peace and plenitude.
Why then, the mind's reaching out always for what will hurt it?
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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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- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon (Sunday).
- Quessoy arboretum, late afternoon.
- Up the road, morning, Boxing Day.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon (Monday).
- Up the road, early evening, winter solstice.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- St Brieuc, streets.
- Up the road, afternoon ( Thursday )
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, late afternoon (Wednesday)
- Up the road, afternoon
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, late afternoon
- Down the road, early evening.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, morning (Saturday)
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, late afternoon
- Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol, morning.
- Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, late afternoon.
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1 comment:
Amen. It is good to be back here with you and Mol Lucy. Your words are healing although it nevers seems as it that was the intent. It just is.
Linda
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