I am rather fond of late leaves :-)
I saw a bulb poking through the ground today. Spring?
Late it may be, but it also looks quite close to beng a past leaf. Isn't the first sighting of a bulb spike exciting. It always produces wobbly dances from me, despite the fact that winter is my favourite season.
"Wobbly dances" Ha ha. I like it. Have not heard that expression before.
The dread disease means that my balance is shot - and a dance of joy can only be described as a wobbly dance. It is no less joyous though.
Not so funny then, sorry. Not funny at all. I like news of your dancing though, however wobbly.
Well, spring is on the way, of course.
Andrew. It is funny. It no doubt looks funny, it feels funny, and I am a firm believer in getting laughs wherever possible. Which, luckily, is in lots of places.
Dancing is a privilege. Even with wobbly steps. Not possible with a walker, alas! But still able to rejoice with nature born and reborn.Those leaves are heart warming!
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