|The soft grey of the wild grasses|
The weather has changed, from cold northerly winds to a gentle stillness and the sound of birds. The wind through the trees is, and can be a melodious sound but that north wind has been fierce tearing the leaves off as well.
Today's walk was a quiet mooch by the river, both of us (that is Lucy) had our noses to the ground, me forever exploring the plants that grow with such vigour now as we approach midsummer. Increased traffic on the road, the contractors on the farms are bringing in the grass, the caravans and mobile homes go by, and of course the cyclists, this road must be a favourite with them.
|On the other side of the river, goodness knows what it is|
|cuckoo flower, poking out from the mat of himalayan balsam|