Stark sun casting strong shadows bounced off the lawn (already growing out of its recent trim), off the pink/white apple blossom coating tree and grass equally, illuminating a bird unevenly on a low bough. Black above apparently and pale below, but, obviously by habit, robin. He/she bobbed, pushed beak skywards, sang.
Further North, driving, that same silhouetting light blackened a heath's beasts and gorse clumps equally, blurring them together at similar heights and morphology. We imagine horses, hungry, nibble gorse for nourishment, but from a quarter mile away, struggling to tell herbivore from herbaceous, I wonder if they don't amuse themselves in the long winters with topiary.
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