For some reason I don’t think Prov.6:6 is all that appropriate 🙂
Nice colourful shell though.
The joy of those snails was that they found me. They were right there on my window ledge, as I juggled funeral calls and vestry agendas, cameras and telephones; and I so easily could have missed them.
The joy of snails? There speaks a woman with no hostas!
Actually, there are some lovely hostas in the garden. So far…
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