Robyn and I spent the afternoon amongst the trees at the arboretum. The conifers were dark and looming, so we walked in the dappled light of the inter-tree space. I noticed fungi and this spray of rowan flower.
Passing across the first bridge, I espied watercress.
Mostly though, I had eyes for Robyn.
3 comments:
Sweet :)
A lovely sentiment at the end of the post. It's a curious phrase and makes me think that often it is also good to have ears. And to use them.
Many have theirs fashioned from cloth.
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