The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

Meadow brown

Think that's what it is. There were several of them round the cottage this morning.

A most un-Orkney-like morning...perfectly still, warm and the air filled with the scent of the mass of elderflowers nearby.

It made me think about how many scents we must miss - blown away before they get a chance to reach our noses.

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