i woke as fresh as a daisy this morn filled with excitement
for my mr o & i are off on such a week of adventure tomorrow
this was going to be a sunshiny, happy kind of post . . .
about golden things . . . . .
like the deliciously scented gorse or whin bushes as they are locally known
that fill the hillsides here, as far as the eye can see with such vibrant colour
but as i sat with a cup of tea in the garden, there was an extra quietness in the air
& slowly my thoughts came to settle on the sorry plight of our busy little bees. . .
later i discovered another sad tale over at acornmoon
of missing hedgehogs & a future without these wee snuffling characters
. . . i am off to join this hedgehog society
as the sun silently slides behind the hills at the end of this day,
there are many things to ponder . . .
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the beautiful hedgehog illustration above used with kindlypermission by illustrator & textile designer valerie at acornmoon
(see you when we return, have a wonderful week wherever you may be x)