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puddleshark) wrote2025-04-29 05:29 pm
puddleshark) wrote2025-04-29 05:29 pm
Fluffy willows, fluffy brain
The sky is blue and the wind is full of fairies willow fluff, drifting wherever the wind takes it.
Out in the forest, cuckoos are calling, somewhere in the far distance. Woodlarks are singing their eerie fluting songs. Dartford Warblers perch on top of gorse bushes, give a quick burst of scratchy gorse-prickle song, then are gone again.
On the heath, Tree Pipits are staking their territory with rapid-fire bursts of song from the very top of isolated trees, but are yet to start making their slow motion parachuting songflights.
Last week, I met the Lady with the Rottweiler in the forest and we chatted. ("He's friendly. I put him on the lead because not everyone wants a slobbery Rottweiler kiss.")
I walk on autopilot in the evenings, forgetting that the old path is now blocked with barbed wire and having to retrace my steps. How long will it take my feet to learn to walk the new path without my brain interceding?
Out in the forest, cuckoos are calling, somewhere in the far distance. Woodlarks are singing their eerie fluting songs. Dartford Warblers perch on top of gorse bushes, give a quick burst of scratchy gorse-prickle song, then are gone again.
On the heath, Tree Pipits are staking their territory with rapid-fire bursts of song from the very top of isolated trees, but are yet to start making their slow motion parachuting songflights.
Last week, I met the Lady with the Rottweiler in the forest and we chatted. ("He's friendly. I put him on the lead because not everyone wants a slobbery Rottweiler kiss.")
I walk on autopilot in the evenings, forgetting that the old path is now blocked with barbed wire and having to retrace my steps. How long will it take my feet to learn to walk the new path without my brain interceding?
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