Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 7 August 2009
Hill above Hénon, afternoon.
Honeysuckle swathes ripening blackberries, the distant sea is a blue band, from which the wind blows thin through the purple cotton of my shirt. Down the hill, a donkey brays.
2 comments:
oh what lovely description...
...makes me think of haiku, in that it captures so much in so few words.
Beautiful imagery, Lucy.
:)
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