Gifts of Grace

By grace

Barefoot Blipping

Woken in the night by thunder and heavy rain. Waking this morning to warm and gentle rain.

By lunchtime I could no longer resist the lure of the jewelled forest of grass uncut for near on two months. The new lawnmower, still boxed, awaits.

Stealing a moment from completion I went barefoot blipping and, eventually, had company. Bliss.

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