All around I hear echos of time past, the shadows of what's gone before loom and stretch across the ground.
This was meadowsweet; those frothy white fronds in ditches.
I can't deny I'm grateful for the weekend and the end of the month. Bring on February and a step closer to spring.
Take care,
Sophie
This was meadowsweet; those frothy white fronds in ditches.
I can't deny I'm grateful for the weekend and the end of the month. Bring on February and a step closer to spring.
Take care,
Sophie