Reblogged from besonian:
One morning last week, I was taking a walk round our little park in order to air my brain – I’d been writing intensely for well over two hours and was feeling a need to reconnect with the real world – when, right by one of the exit gates, I came upon a pair of newly-opened purple and white crocuses. (‘Croci’, if you prefer). They were typically beautiful, standing there, looking around in the low sunshine. But what struck me particularly about these two was that their neighbours in this small patch of ground weren’t spring daffodils ‘fluttering and dancing in the breeze’ or little snowdrops, shyly hanging their heads – no, their neighbours were a crumpled up sheet of plastic, a cereal bar wrapper, a plastic screw top, torn paper and various other bits of detritus, the like of which we human beings commonly throw away for someone else to clean up.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you 🙂
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Thank you for yet another reblog, Sue! I went out to look for those two crocuses yesterday – gone! The life so short. Though the rubbish is still there!
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My pleasure, Jeff. Spring flowers are so fleeting…yet beneath the surface, they are already planning next spring 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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