​Flowered Up

Weekender

We wandered across the river to the wood to see the bluebells. They’ll be gone before I know it. First flower blip, and like a London bus, here’s three in a row. I don’t know the purply one.

The dandelions were thrown, singly and ceremoniously into the river ‘like Buddha’.  

Speaking of which, our friend Eagle D is coming by tonight. He’s kind of become the girls’  Zen Father, if there is such a thing.

The appropriate name distinguishes him from our D. He’s not an actual eagle.