“Look into my eyes – you’re going to take me for a walk”
“Whatever…”
A walk through an English Village on a Late Spring Evening…
“I reckon we could have our own show, or at least maybe our own proverb.”
High as a kite
A green patchwork of potential
A thistle, its niche found, watches over as the bell sounds
In or out? No need to decide.
And, as the sun calls it a day, there is some last-minute pollen to be collected
A bee’s work is almost done for the day
The sun-gold yellow of the laburnum glows as the laburnum-yellow of the sun fades into a warm night.
Have a Happy Summer* everyone!
oOo
* Other hemispheres/seasons are available.
writinghouse 
Lovely! A fun change from the chronicle of your battles with inanimate objects.
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It’s nice to see what the natural world is up to now and again! 😁
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You are going all poetical Jon! Where are the bits of electronic rubbish? Where the self deprecation? Delighted to hear that Daisy is getting you out and about taking the air and some photos with it.
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Well, I’m not a-verse to poetry! See what I did there? No, me neither… 😂
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Love your bright and sunny walk about…I’m not sure I’m that happy with my season (winter) in NZ – today (Friday) is very deary looking.
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Glad you liked the pictures – perhaps you can stare at them and pretend you feel the warmth?!? 😀
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