Spring Light

While I took the high road, Mr Lif took a shortcut. We met in the middle and felt the chill of the easterly. A retreat to the interior was agreed. While we supped our wine, Poppy chewed sticks and Harry dug holes.

As I admired a single clump of snowdrops bobbing in the wind, Harry peed on them and then promptly destroyed the entire clump with a hefty swipe of his rear legs...