We appreciate the coolth, although I shiver.
I pinch a handful of untended, naturalised strawberries from Pierre's old front flowerbed; they are small, crunchy and intense as real wild ones.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
1 comment:
I like the word 'coolth.' Perfect!
:)
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