We slither and slide through wet leaf mould, and I struggle to find solace and grace in the peat-brown waters and sodden grass and paths.
I succeed, in some measure.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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You go Lucy!
Take heart, dear Lucy. It is the Earth at slumber, dreaming of Spring.
:)
Yesterday we walked on a road so icy that it seemed safer to shuffle and glide than to put one's feet up and down.
I hope clarity has returned in the form of bright skies!
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