Fairy ring.

‘& in the middle of the bend lay a large old Fairy Ring of darkened grass … ’

I was practically fed Rudyard Kipling from childhood, so I hope you will forgive yet another foray into la-la land, but I could not resist sharing this fairy ring in our back yard, by a creek!

(Is that a run-on sentence? Do I sound pretentious enough?)

O for a lazy afternoon of reading in the grass & catching a show of fireflies at dusk.

Some things can’t be adequately captured.

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