Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
It is a rare sight but a joy when you stumble across one.
ReplyDeleteA post office nowadays is nowt but a shop in a mall. But then again, I suppose they make less and less of their money from delivering letters.
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