last legs

Mr P and I went for a drive, and long walk. We passed some little girls who were making daisy chains with these flowers. On the way back, I picked one of the unused flowers off the ground as it looked pretty. We stopped to have a seat and listen to the sounds of the countryside. No traffic, despite being close to a town, only birds and water running. The seat looked well used and on its last legs, but still functional. It was great to get out and about, once the sun had burnt through the haze.