No really. No wonder I haven’t been wearing high heels for ten years!
But not this time. Magic, magnificent, loyal, a darling. R.I.P. Love you forever. xxx
Check it out – this is the best month in the garden.
Would probably fly around, humming, humming and finally land on Pooh’s nose.
In NZ, a grass verge of a suburban street, usually kept mown.
This little darling was carved in 1820.