We parked at the side of the road, got out, walked into the field. There were a few slowly decaying spikes, and then onse we were out of the sight of the road, the field was just awash with colour.
Well, I dropped on over to Flickr and checked my favourites. I left a comment for you on the last one but I might as well tell you here: the last photo of the grass against the evening sky is practically identical to the mental image I had when I started to write one of my stories ("Naming Names"). While I was commenting, I suddenly had an idea for another story.
I'll have to thank you in print when it comes out.:)
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We parked at the side of the road, got out, walked into the field. There were a few slowly decaying spikes, and then onse we were out of the sight of the road, the field was just awash with colour.
And all because of no grass cutting!
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I'll have to thank you in print when it comes out.:)