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March 4.

By afternoon the dripping washing that I had hung outside early, was dried entirely, by the wind, the breezes and the sun. Another orange frog sat there and had his photograph taken and all the crocus, petals deep purple, opened up and flashed bright gold. A plane flew past; a couple of other things happened, but it was the laundry that took the biscuit….. still smells like a sea breeze! Life doesn’t get better than that!  How was your day?

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Spikey trees surprised to see sun throwing rainbows

Spikey trees look at sun throwing rainbows
methodology: saturation in blue plus b….. cold weather which slightly steamed up the lens to the left, coupled with my latest quest at generally looking for rainbows anyway. Insomnia helps! And hey… its the first day of Spring!

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Wood: I could be your lady

wood:I could be your lady

In its past this aching lovely tree

Was pruned with heavy hands

And left with its weeping wounds to heal alone

Growing useful, monstrous, silent scars, accepted

As a kind of beauty on its own!

But, if you look close……

You’ll see just one scar still crying

Open there among the rest.

The lady sits there still in waiting, ready

To be shaped in new shades of beauty

By a gentle Sculptor’s pair of hands!

Gill McGrath.

(About a local tree. Part. Gnarled by pollarding) press the thumbnail for detail

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