A shaft of persistent watery sunshine, repeatedly thwarted by grey, apathetic clouds, finally manages to climb over the windowsill and tumbles gratefully into the room
Found you over in "an open field" ... that sounds so nice. Was over at Lynne's place and saw your comment and great photo. Lovely stones you have here.
And lie panting in front of the radiator with tartan rug and sensible slippers, I suspect.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly seems to be a sickly and feeble little ray of sunshine, neatly caught in your words.
Found you over in "an open field" ... that sounds so nice. Was over at Lynne's place and saw your comment and great photo. Lovely stones you have here.
ReplyDeleteUH-oh- looks like there are two of you here! I believe it was Jennifer I met- BUT hello to you Debbie!
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