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.
Someone is expecting a letter ... enough to wait for it! A letter from an old flame, perhaps.
ReplyDeleteYou can sit and wait for a letter. I love fine merino travel wear.
ReplyDeleteI hate it when I get pilleys on my woolly jumpers.
ReplyDeleteI thought you would make up a story for thar chair Julie. You didn't letbme down.
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