Took myself out for a wander in the garden this morning, sun was shining and the daffodils had started to open - pair of robins splashing in the bird bath and a bluetit nibbling at the peanut feeder......
Was a lovely morning, with the air crisp and earthy, full of the promise of spring.....
Not for one moment did I linger and wonder why, in all her wisdom, Nature had forgotten to add the smell of intrusive. acrid fag smoke to this scenario, and that, in order to correct her lack of vision, I should light up and complete the perfection :D:D
(let me just add that "wandering around the garden" is what might otherwise be known as "poetic license" :p)
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