Day 199 - The passing seasons
From winter frosts to springtime blooming and summers abundant growth, the verges beside the lanes mark the passing seasons in their own ways.
Day 188 - Summer’s edge
The sudden sunshine was all the more welcome for being unexpected. Underfoot was soft after weekend storms but all glowed green because of it. It was a perfect a summer morning as you could hope for. Warming in the sunlight, cool beneath the shade of the trees and coloured with the beauty of the contrast.
There was no one in sight, no breath of wind to move the meadow grass. Perfect white cumulus clouds hung unmoving above. A morning hard to step away from and get back to work.
Later in the day the farmer had taken the opportunity to cut the field for silage, leaving a rainbow of green shades in his wake. Above his tractor gulls called noisily, following his path. Around the bend swallows swooped impossibly low over grass already cut short, before soaring up into the sun once more. In such a day do the beauties of the shire far outweigh its days of concrete grey skies and ceaseless rains of late.
Day 69 - seasons
Looking out across a view that’s so familiar to me, across the big fields, on a crisp, bright, late winter day has me looking back to warm, lazy late summer days….or perhaps ahead to those days to come.
Seasons….barely noticed from day to day but look back and the contrasts are beautiful.
