Grandma and I took a long walk today, to make the most of the sun shine.
We came across two beautiful white horses in the middle of a field, nuzzling each other and flicking their tails to keep away the flies. The sound they make when they crop the grass is so satisfying.
Spring means daisies have returned to the fields and the grass patches at the sides of roads. Daisies and celandines.
Magnolia.
We found a magnificent pheasant's feather, and then later on we found a dead pheasant, it's body split open and it's head gone, probably the meal of a fox.
I ran my hand over the moss covered tops of the wall near Grandma's house, it felt like stroking a cat, soft and smooth and velvety. I imagined tiny people walking along the precipice, the moss reaching to their calves, hiking along that wall.
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