Packing a bag, making a plan, looking for a map to follow.
Friday, 8 July 2011
Weather
Rain clears the air, trickles in gutters, wets my trouser legs. The honeysuckle and lady's mantle glow in the dimmed light. Charcoal grey clouds hurry over the tops. The rain stops, the light grows, the basil leans towards the window. Now a slant of sunlight on the fields, picking out the stripes where the hay's been mown.
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I shouldn't read posts when I'm so tired my eyes are crossed. I thought that said "The honeysuckle and lady's mantle glow in the damned light"... and then I thought, "why is she so crabby?"
HA! Okay, off to bed me.
That all sounds very positive!
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