Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday 13 May 2009
Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
The air is full of willow fluff, extraordinarily like snow. A cuckoo calls persistently, almost tiresomely, except it is such a special thing, I am unable to consider it annoying.
1 comment:
I have missed your outings with Molly. So glad you're back, despite how selfish of me that sounds.
:)
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