JUST AS you head down the High Street in Oxford to St Clemens, there’s an old hulk of a tree festooned with mistletoe.
And the blossom continues to bloom in Oxford, in the spring. This shot on the Woodstock Road, just south of Bevington Road. ♥
Dūrgā Devī
thinq’n about lines: my mother told me, if eye were goodee’, buy me dollee. my auntee told her, i kissed soldier, now she won’t buy me rubber dollee’.
If Dolly is train young girl to care & nutur, maybe kissing Soldier is Symbolic of getting Pregnant, there beyond rubber Dolly level of life. Clap Clap, Clap Clap.
Hummmm….