I felt a little like Alice in Wonderland as I made my way out of the back gate. I haven't been out there for a few weeks and the greenery has exploded somewhat! It's all overgrown and bushy and verdant and thrusting and "at the height of Summer-y"! The nettles outside the gate are at shoulder height on the bank and as vicious as you like; their spiteful fronds leaning over to nip you as you brush past. As usual there wasn't a soul in sight, It was that golden hour in-betweeny time, just before the day shift beds down for the night and the night shift are yet to rouse. The ubiquitous swallows and martins were out in force, diving and wheeling overhead, screeching to each other as they hoovered up their mid-air banquet.
|The farmer appears to be growing animal feed beans again this year|
|Quaking grass shivering in the very faint breeze|
|It really was all yellow!|
|Hey Mr Bee - you're up very late - have you gone to sleep inside that Foxglove? Is it a temporary bee tent?|
The verge of the field is smothered in different grasses
Greeny yellow spurge
It's very still. And very quiet. And there is still no sign of the summer storm I was sure was on its way.
See you soon x