Trees leaf. Oaks unfurl and gently reinforce their defences with tannins. The hornbeams have reached opacity. Horse-chestnuts have become unlikely candelabra just as apples are beginning to drop their pale pink confetti.
On the lush lawns yearlings are leaving foalhood as they started it, nuzzling their mares milky teats. The new crop is near to dropping, all legs and fluff soon.
I picked my mandolin this morning, second time in three weeks? Breakfast's sugar shock shaking my strumming arm, missing strokes; fret fingers too soft; remembered chords with no rhythm
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