Bits and pieces that nourish the soul.
Each year a flock of sheep rotate the various meadows and even though they look similar, sadly they are not the same! Catching sight of them though does the soul good.
Wheat, the breakfast of champions. I have been watching the wheat fields changing shape and of course colour as the stalks ripen. Odd to think that this makes the basis of bread.
A real black sheep? An elegant turn away from me but still proud and regal. Too pretty to eat.
A tiny flower being guarded by tall stalks of wheat. Simple nature, big impact.
How droll is she? I watched her find a yummy branch and leap to bite the lushious leaves from it. She honed in with precision.
A velvet carpet of nature. Soon no more but soon regrown...
Biggi
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