๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ
Has last winter seemed mild?. Ignored haws on Maythorn, sloes untouched, even the pyracantha berries in my garden remain, unwanted by blackbird, tit and sparrow.
The Dog rose, unfair pejorative, flowers anew alongside last autumnโs hips.