A section of a small market garden and the rows of different greens that denote broccoli, spring cabbage and cauliflowers, all basking in the sun. Weeded, hoed and thinned you can almost hear them growing.
In the field behind the horses are green with envy, formulating a plan for a midnight feast; they have raided the field once and been chased out. Who says lightning will not strike twice?
C'mon Lightning, time for an apple!
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