Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
Down the road, evening
Top-lit piles of bright cloud are cross-hatched by still bare poplars, everything is late but there's a green sheen on the willows now and the verges are sprinkled with stitchwort.
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"... and the verges are sprinkled with stitchwort."
Lucy! This is charming!
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