"Every flower must grow through dirt."
Laurie Jean Sennott
These are all in the front garden of a house I walked past on my way home from the town centre at the weekend. They remind me of a holiday in Brittany. Always gorgeous.
Arilx
The life and adventures of a mildly dotty old bird.
A couple sang this song at the folk club on Sunday for Remembrance. Harvey Andrews wrote this about his great Aunt who lost her fiance in ...
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