It feels like Cherry Blossom county; pink perfection nestling in evening calm, bathed in that strange, beautiful half light which I’m sharing with Lucy & the Cloud Parade (a wonderfully synergistic relationship)….and some grass:
My first butterfly of the year flutters by. It’s a Cabbage White (is that a shade of green, or of white?) and from the markings, a male. It’s delicate progress across the field is in stark contrast to its destination; an allotment shudders in fear!
Close by Mr Blackbird, all yellow beak a-gleaming, is walk-hoping carefully down the earth path; absolutely no deviation into the greenery until I was upon it, then spectacular right angle flight.
……. further down The Path:
I am well met by the female of the species – more deadlier? hell no! – so laid back it was virtually horizontal; total disinterest in me (is there such a thing as a domesticated blackbird….and why do I even care?).
I emerge from nature’s jungle:
sometimes an alien:
land, to….
Is it a face or is it a reindeer?:
Elvis quiff:
Monkey eyes:
Some ticks (that advertising gets everywhere, doesn’t it!):
Something hidden, A Rubble Face:
and behind The Balaclava:
The cherry blossom is in full bloom and we’re nowhere near Cherry Blossom Falls (why I think this is a real location I do not know), industrial, sludgy, river bottom…..well perhaps!
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