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:

The Crow said...

I have missed your outings with Molly. So glad you're back, despite how selfish of me that sounds.