Up on Stonechat Hill, early October sun warms the ripening hawthorns and the wild crab apples, red and green, begin to fall from old and lichen crusted trees.
Hazel bowers
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Untoucht by frowning tempest howling high
Their terrors thro the oak twigs melting green
That bows the daisey down upon the green
& threatens much the c...
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I knew you could do it! This will be such a lovely blog to follow, as I know the areas of your wandering . . . Jennie xxx who is thrilled to be your first customer!
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