The barley is green-gold silk, the wheat almost the blue-green of leeks, like Caesar's chariot team were said to wear.
But I want to drink Marcel's wine-red peonies.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Up the road, afternoon.
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1 comment:
This one is so sensual -- the richness of the colours and the images.
I have a new peony that's about to bloom. Will it be wine-red? I can't wait to see it.
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