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May. 7th, 2022 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddlesharkA grey morning, but the rain forecast for last night never arrived. In the forest, stonechats scolding from perches in the gorse, a distant cuckoo calling.
The ash trees are coming into leaf, some weeks after the oaks. Late, but elegant.
Litter collected on this morning's walk: torn-up scratchcards.
The ash trees are coming into leaf, some weeks after the oaks. Late, but elegant.
Litter collected on this morning's walk: torn-up scratchcards.
