He is a joy to all his friends - you should hear him listen.
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Early morning walk. Stepping through grass touching my knees. Swishing of the long grass as a sound accompaniment.
Rustling leaves above join in for the harmony.
Swishing and rustling.
And for the evening walk, the grass still swaying in a golden light. Were they swaying all day?