Janey...
'Mighty Day!' the Irishman remarked long ago, and we used the phrase for a decade, never dreaming of today.
Whitecaps in the breeze, on a sea of jade and indigo.
Beverley...
Warm winds ripple the blonding barley fields and the grasses; all in seed now.
Jane...
A crystal vase of full red roses bowing with the weight of their beauty.
Kit...
Last night a garden dinner tinged in Solway sunset; tonight the fire is lit, the wind is up, the cobbles are damp.
Helen...
Sycamore and oak in the fields- grazed to such neatness and uniformity - almost parkland in the wild.
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