One of the last of winter. We've been sitting here at our computers long enough.
Lean your head down under the apple tree, I don't want us to knock the pretty snow off. Oh, and I don't want you to bump your head either. Follow me toward the sun.
Oh, is that a deer? Or a giraffe? I think he might let us ride him through the woods.
Now we're in the meadow, which we call the Queens Bowl. Queen Anne's lace is wearing Winter Queen's lace. Oh, that's ok, you don't have to curtsy, I am only bowing to take their photograph.
These dangling seeds look out of sorts, I'd say. But my hands are getting cold, so I am out of sorts too.
Let's head back.
Oh look, Rose's hips are wearing lace too. That sounds a bit racy, don't you think?
These dangling seeds look out of sorts, I'd say. But my hands are getting cold, so I am out of sorts too.
Hi there, Bishop. That spot in the sun looks inviting.
Good idea, let's go in and stretch out by the fire after our workout.
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