Actually nothing looks lush at all (though if you could see the more uberpixelled version of these pictures you'd see everything glistening) but tomorrow might be different. It greens up very quickly when it's incentivated.
Charlie and Millie were in their element, and everything smelt totally different apparently: as though it were wet, I suppose.
If I were a poet, I'd somehow convey a cyclist dispersing some crows and magpies that had just been hanging around making crow (not magpie) noises en bloc. But I'm not. However, I have a blurry photo of it.
I'm sort of optimistically envisaging that some remarkable transformation is about to take place.
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oh, if only. Come on, Hughie.
If someone a bit like me looked at the dogs photo through the non reading bit of their bifocals they might just look a lot like lions poking about.
If I were a poet, I'd somehow convey a cyclist dispersing some crows and magpies that had just been hanging around..
C'mon Les M or Famous Seamus would have knocked off a book full of rural images and couplets by now.
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