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Trees.
Wild garlic and a cacophony of bird song, there’s no social media in the woods, just the excited chatter of a new season.
It’s been a week of snow, sun and dying Royals. A week of sad television.
We all go the same way, we’re all earthworm food.
I’ve always liked that thought, I don’t want a golden carriage, just chuck me in the hole and plant a cheeky dandelion on top.
Wispering Willow.
In the park, just coming into leaf now.
It’s starting to whisper in the wind.
The girls like running through it’s long branches, twirling themselves around them.
I wish I could climb trees.
That’s alright Millie, we don’t have to be brilliant at everything you know.
Doodlemum 