Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Saturday, 3 July 2010
Down the road, afternoon.
The small hayfield is cut, fragrant as ambrosia. Only find a plump pile and lie in it, listen to Mol bustling, try and fail to imagine another way to be.
2 comments:
that sounds idyllic!
Hello CGP! It was rather nice, very clean and dry... the very next day it was all rolled up into big round balls, so I was lucky to catch it.
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