I’m meeting a friend later for cinema (In The Heights) and supper in Chester.
Today I need to buy my sister a birthday gift, but before that I will just have to share of a blissful half hour I have just had lying in the graveyard.
Village Elder Islwyn’s manicured lawn, the prospective resting place of many of the village people , has burst into colour after the recent rain.
A whole plethora of wild flowers have burst forth through the green turf. Crowfoot and self heal, creeping cinquefoil, daisy, buttercup and red and white clover
It looks quite beautiful close up
I would heartily recommend any Trelawnyd-ite to come to St Michael’s right now
And lie in the grass of the Churchyard
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