This popped up in my Facebook “memories” today. I thought it may be of interest, even though it is rather a long read.
Not only do I talk to the trees, I talk to all manner of things.
Each morning I go for a walk.
I have various routes, but all take in fields, woodland, the River Erewash, the Erewash canal, bridges, a main road, and suburban streets.
Some days I hardly see a living soul, others I see far too many!
My normal route takes me down my road, which has only some 9 houses. At the bottom of the road I have my first conversation, with a brazen hussy who rolls on the ground and will not let me pass before she is satisfied. Somewhere close by her brother will be watching. He is more timid and undemanding. Their Mummy lives at the end house and thinks they are both boys!
I explain that I have to get on, and continue on my way. She follows, then runs ahead. It is…
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It’s delightful
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Sounds like a great adventure! Except for the part about the litter. Come on people! I love my daily walk, too. So far everyone is friendly – even the motorists. And truth be told, the road is so narrow, I know I’m getting in their way!
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I thoroughly enjoyed this read and it definitely was not too long.
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It was fun to walk along with you!
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A great walk with you.
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We’re kindred spirits! How fun. Clicking over to finish reading….
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You had me at “I talk to trees…! Delightful! 😊
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