September 11th

 

The last butterflies

have given up on summer

frayed silk on the wing

The butterfly numbers are dwindling, went for a run on the moors earlier, they look pretty much finished. They’ll lay their eggs and die.

September 5th

green naked rosehips

stripped of petals windfallen

too early to blush

 

a pinch of angels

float, take root on chalk hills

as hardy thistles

 

Meadow Browns busy

along the sheltered old road

late summer blessings

 

Some pictures from my walk on Pegsdon Hills today. This is a beautiful time of year especially on days like this where the sun isn’t too hot and the breeze is gentle.

Wild Rose

A barren tree

Hawthorn berries, I took a photo of these trees when they were smothered in blossom back in the Spring.

ploughed fields

Sheep

May 30th

Green tipped meadow flight

nectar stations colourful

Cabbage white dancers

I ran on the moors for the first time in a while. The flower meadows were magnificent. I wish I knew about them to name them, but it didn’t stop me from being inspired to see so many colours and so many cabbage white butterflies teasingly flitting between them all to drink.