On the path in front of me was this perfect heart.
Frankie was busy checking out the smells of rabbits and deer and I was mesmerised by this beautiful token of love.
I thought of the cloth that I am stitching and wondered where I could add something similar to this.
Of course this fragile heart was a petal from the Dogrose which grows in all the hedgerows around here.
Some of the rambling roses have white blooms and some are pink.
I am privileged to live in such a beautiful place with miles of country walks.
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