Imagine the scene.
Among the sixty or so garden visitors who braved the awful weather was a little boy of about four with a sweet face and blonde pixie hair. He was wearing a pale yellow raincoat and walked straight to the mini-meadow which is full of yellow cat's ear and walked slowly along the little mown path towards the yellow gate. I was talking to visitors and watching him from the corner of my eye, wishing I had my camera. When he came back along the path he had a yellow flower in his hand and a dreamy smile on his face.
Can you see him?
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