poppy seeds rattle
in the contented old face
of the blind scarecrow
It had a face, not an engineered face. The poppy seed head just had a face! Most of the poppies in the garden are like this now, dry, full of seeds, rattling away when you brush past them. However there is one big fat one about to bloom! A late starter clearly.
soldier beetles touch
the cow parsley canopy
meadowsweet dreaming
First time in a long time, many weeks in fact, we walked on the moors. There is a wildness about them, the rain, that nourishing rain has burst the fields and moors aflame with colour. The plants and animals are thriving.
D is good at recognising plants and animals. So I learn a lot from her.
Soldier Beetles on Cow Parsley (although it might be Hedge Parsley, she’s fairly sure it’s of the cow variety). Solider Beetles are notoriously frisky, always getting it on with each other, although these lot are fairly sedate.
Meadowsweet. With it’s unusual smell. Kind of like vanilla, but not like vanilla at all. It’s a smell of it’s own. It hogs the sides of the river and its tributaries.
A pretty pink poppy, growing in the rape seed field. The yellow flowers of the rape are long gone, leaving the little pods containing the seeds from which the rape seed oil will be made. In this case it will contain a teeny bit of poppy too…
Cocksure foxglove spears
fleshy poppies abundant
augmented by rain
I ventured, bleary eyed, into the garden today. It’s absolutely teeming with colour. It’s wild and beautiful. The rain has fed these giant growth spurts, the poppies are weighty, the width of saucers. The flowers are gorgeous. And the smell of the rambling roses drifts in the air.
It helped to warm up my heart a little and inspired me to write a happy longer poem, which you can read on my other blog here.
