Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, morning.
The daffodils stretch up and out of sight. With the light behind them, they glow like yellow stars, I feel as if we are walking through galaxies of them.
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Reminds me of the sunflower fields I would play in when young, imagining them to be a universe of little suns.
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