Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it sums up an Autumn morning after overnight rain.
A walk along the river full of sparkling rain drops falling off leaves and twigs, and the flash of iridescence from the passing kingfisher.
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel. Those who have assiduously explored the site […]
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs are waking as the sun warms them.
… one of the most enjoyable parts of the day is the early morning wander around the garden, just listening to the […]
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still here. Double checking is always good. Feel […]
