As I wended my way up the garden the sun kindly illuminated this trollius for me. It was the first glimpse of light on a murky day, highlighting its rich petals, more buttercup yellow than a buttercup would dare to be. The many hands of the inner petals reaching to the sky, supported by the solid domestiques below. It was one of those moments.
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Now that’s a cheerful sight! I had to look up the word “domestiques”–very good word usage on your part.
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Just been watching the Tour de France! 🙂
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Your words are as lovely as the flower.
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Thank you Kayti 🙂
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You have sent sunshine and cheerfulness again. Have had an early morning response from the CEO of BT, perhaps we will now get our connection problems sorted! Good to know that he is at work already. Have a good week, x
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Good news! And you x
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And dear Mr Gavin Patterson was warbling away on ‘Today’ this morning!
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Its not his week is it?! 🙂
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Gorgeous, mine are long gone. And how very topical. This is the only sport, the Pianist and I take an interest in. There are no balls involved. We have a pathological dislike of balls. Well, I do, the Pianist is merely bored by them.
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I love the Tour, so much to it, such a physical and mental battle, a real team game. I am afraid I like the other ones as well!
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