Things not being what they seem

On the way to the market this morning I spotted this badly-camouflaged giraffe emu (species amended by popular request). At the market I bought delicious-looking raspberries which tasted of mouldy soil  and artificial-looking strawberries which tasted delicious.

Today it's been warm enough to fling open doors and windows. Just as well, as we are having some windows replaced and some of our walls now have big rectangular holes in them. Good for listening to the birds who seem also to be enjoying the warmth.

Sorry for the lack of comments. I am busy with things that might make a difference to my future. (Or which may not be what they seem.)

From a time when things were not so busy. It seems. Or not.