

Photies taken in Inverleith Park today. The crocuses beat the daffodils hand down.
When the springtime will come
Oh, won't we have fun
We'll get out of jail
And we'll go on the bum!
Whilst stumblebumming towards enlightenment ...I am a novelist, one time playwright, and trying to practice the great vajrayana
5 comments:
Those are so pretty.
It is good to see that spring is actually on the way.
Marie! So it blinking is! Hotboy
That's no use to me! Springtime for you means Autumn for me. Good pix all the same.
Albert? It's just a barren waste most everywhere whatever the season, isn't it? Hotboy
Some blogs are not a complete wasteland yet.
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