The wheel of the year continues to turn. We walk in a day carved out as the longest. Maybe with a sense of obligation, the sun shines down. My children gaze up at a horse chestnut tree, in the shade filled with an irrational, unseasonal hope.
They mark out the year only by conkers and snow.
Even the starlings were sunbathing.
City Jackdaw 
Oh, I really, really love this. Conkers and snow. Yes. A perfect measure for children.
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No matter what part of the year we are in, their eyes turn expectantly upward. 🙂
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Ha.. ha.. The picture is cool – The body might be small, but the figure stands out. 🙂
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Initially it had its wings spread out-I wasn’t quick enough!
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