These days the word 'lush' brings to my mind that overpoweringly smelly soap shop on many UK high streets. One's nostrils are assailed from some way off, with the sickly smell of synthetic strawberry, melon, vanilla, and goodness only knows what else. It seems a shame, because at this time of the year the very best word one can use to describe the countryside is lush, but somehow I can't get away from the shop! Anyway, Mr Gaucho and I took a walk a little earlier this evening, and it was luscious, glorious, vibrant with fresh bright greens and luxuriant with new growth
We weren't the only ones enjoying the sunshine. We saw over a dozen hares, busy in the fields, doing early evening stuff. Love the ears!