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Ever since I can remember, a big pleasure in life is to look at clouds as they drift above. Here, in California, where I live, clouds are rare, and thus to be savored even more. They come with the rain – sometimes fluffy cumulus towering above the mountains – sometimes thin cirrus drifting at high altitudes.
those are lovely wispy clouds, (and I am laughing because here it’s blue skies with no clouds that are rare!)
Can’t say that I blame you on that one! I always picture a bucolic England – green fields, rolling hills, ash and elm, and towering above it all, big fat sheep-shaped clouds. In particular, the description of the countryside Mary Stewart described in her novel “The Ivy Tree.”
Lol it is like that up here sometimes, will take a pic for you next time I’m in our bucolic bit 😀
That would be great!