Small Stones #1

Dog walking.

A dip in the pavement.
Frozen water.
Crunchy underfoot.

#smallstone

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Lucy Corrander Now in Halifax! said…
Lots of water now - but no crunching! (Not where I live anyway.)

Every year, I follow a tree through its seasons. I photograph it and note what grows around it. I see from the list at the side of the Tree Year Blog that you did something similar in 2011. I'm inviting people to do the same, very informally in 2014, linking up through my blog Loose and Leafy - http://looseandleafy.blogspot.co.uk/ I'm not very efficient but I am enthusiastic and it would be great if you were able to join us by following a tree you love - or one you would like to get to know better.

Lucy
14.2.14
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