Molly starts up a grey wagtail, which flutters ahead of us like a piece of whistling paper caught on the breeze.
A patch of tiny deep violet pansies gone wild.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
2 comments:
Beautiful! I followed a link here and am so glad that I did. I will be back to visit again. :-)
Nice! Like that whistling paper.
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