Ruff
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door
From Sylvia Plath's poem: Mushrooms)
A less wild day and en route to collecting the Sunday papers I visited the cemetery again to check on the mushrooms. Still impressive but on their way out. I liked this fatty wearing a posh ruff like an Elizabethan.
And there's a a new blog. Himself's back at it too!
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