Letting go
Jonathan:
Wild Thyme, creeping around the edges of the heath, encircling patches of naked bedrock, like a button hole embelished with embroidery silk.
Down amongst the heath’s tangle of stem, leaf and flower – lush from the warm summer rain and mid-day sun, and heady with mingled scents – there’s time to linger ; and time to let go.
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