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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