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Thursday, 17 September 2009

Sunshine on the puddles

Twenty-five degrees at midday, with sunshine on the puddles. Carmine is intoxicated with the smell of damp earth and ripe figs.

4 comments:

Woodman said...

Phew, thats a bit warm at midday. After our Atlantic northerly gales blew themselves out, the weather has gone all sulky, overcast and cold with rain forecast for the weekend. The leaves are turning yellow and the tree rats have started burying beech nuts in the lawn ready for the winter.

Chairman Bill said...

Mmm - but it's anarchic.

ladyfi said...

Figs - how utterly delicious!

Peter @ italyMONDO! said...

"Carmine is intoxicated with the smell of damp earth and ripe figs"

...there is something that scents like that do to our mind, isn't it? They are powerful...

Thursday, 17 September 2009

Sunshine on the puddles

Twenty-five degrees at midday, with sunshine on the puddles. Carmine is intoxicated with the smell of damp earth and ripe figs.

4 comments:

Woodman said...

Phew, thats a bit warm at midday. After our Atlantic northerly gales blew themselves out, the weather has gone all sulky, overcast and cold with rain forecast for the weekend. The leaves are turning yellow and the tree rats have started burying beech nuts in the lawn ready for the winter.

Chairman Bill said...

Mmm - but it's anarchic.

ladyfi said...

Figs - how utterly delicious!

Peter @ italyMONDO! said...

"Carmine is intoxicated with the smell of damp earth and ripe figs"

...there is something that scents like that do to our mind, isn't it? They are powerful...