I went for a walk with my daughter after dinner. We met a hedgehog who was wisely going across the road at a zebra crossing. At a nearby pond there was a big bouquet of Myosotis arvensis, a lot more of it than last year, it seems to be thriving.
(Posting title is from I would I might Forget that I am I by George Santayana.)
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