Dots of colours all over the neighbourhood.
A deep yellow always looks better with an old Kellerstock behind it...
I had forgotten how nice it is to walk through a proper forest, not only beside it. The birds were more alive in tenor, the air more clean and the crispness of twigs and leaves crackling underfoot added a touch of mystique.
A yellow bubble around the corner from us.
A different yellow shrub on the opposite side of our village pops with depth of colour. A treat to behold it.
The forest is starting to blossom. Branches are back to plumage, bees are humming happily and walking in it is one of life's pleasures.
Biggi
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