On the way up the hill the dogs played in the long green gold swaying grass. It seemed that the sky had come to earth and bitten pieces from it.
We walked together and close, tails twined.
The gray sky made the fields grow emerald bright, made ginger fur shine like fire. In the green lane home the grass and bracken bent almost to tunnel the path. The lane held the air from another day, a warmer day, scented with summer smells. Beautiful.
8 comments:
Maurice and Pixie! How beautiful, especially as you both were ill last year. You look splendid here!(Sporran says you remind her of Rusty)
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I just love your blog those gingers are so lovely and to have them in such a lovely environment!!
tails entwined- enchanting!
Leanne x
How you brighten my day with your lovely pictures and wonderful words!
I adore this blog. Absolutely adore it. What a beautifully-written post.
Oh, lovely cats!
Gorgeous, grassy pictures. I wonder what Estorbo would do with all that grass?
Cats and dogs, summer grass and flowers. I can almost smell the sweet earth. Beautiful, all of them.
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