ecology
Play misty
Sometimes, early on a misty morning, the tangled threads of our lives seem to form a pattern. But the Sun soon puts a stop to that wishful thinking.
Morning has broken
Few things more pleasant, in old age or young, than sitting on a hill, on a clear, almost frosty morning, mist filling the valleys, and listening to a butcher bird song notes cascading through the silent air, while your dog sits, quietly, beside you.
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We’re all individuals
Cabbage White butterflies seem boring to me. All exactly the same in their looks and behaviour. But I guess they don’t seem like that to each other.
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