I am talking of gorse, naturally. You know, the thorny bush with yellow flowers that encroaches on many a footpath, ready to place a scratch on an exposed leg. 121 more words
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This is a photo from Friday’s walk around the village. I love how fuzzy this Gorse is. It reminds me of a silly rhyme we used to say when I was young … “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy was he?” In this case, though, the Gorse really is fuzzy and has lots of little hairs.