sings 'the sun has gone to bed and ...'
a body like a discarded spinning top, and a brain to boot.
taking up residence in her local dandelion.
gumboots are to rain as ... are to ...
she has turned into a woolly sheep.
at the beauty of some people, both in and out.
a reflective little puddle, all shimmer and delight.
a a "Tale of Two Wellies", but will save the telling for the weekend. It's that sort of thing.