Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Saturday 7 March 2009
Up the road, afternoon
Thrushes' songs, purple-striped crocus pushing up out of the ground like fungus, primrose leaves pleated with life. I take the longer circuit, finally shake off self-pity back at my door.
Thanks, dear heart. I don't always get to do them every day, sometimes I forget to turn on the switch which causes me to observe in the right way. But I've no plans to stop doing them, the discipline both of observing and of keeping to the word limit is always a good one, I think.
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It is difficult to comment on these daily 30 word-pictures, which pack in so much, except to say, long may they continue.
Thanks, dear heart. I don't always get to do them every day, sometimes I forget to turn on the switch which causes me to observe in the right way. But I've no plans to stop doing them, the discipline both of observing and of keeping to the word limit is always a good one, I think.
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