I love coming home from Japan at this time of year. After a month things have certainly changed.
I am delighting in walking through the lush countryside. I feel like a child discovering things for the first time, yet meeting old friends too.
A beautifully scented, shy English bluebell. Beware the Spanish invader, which has no smell, and whose blooms stand arrogantly upright. It looks as if it is doing a fandango. Be careful, please, if you order bulbs for your garden. It is quite possible the more aggressive Spaniard will overcome our coy English forestdweller.
Gorgeous Gorse flowers and soft young Beech leaves.
Baby Oak leaves, bluebells and a mix of buttercups, clover, forget-me-nots and cow parsley.
Tilly looking for squirrels.
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Beautiful Elder, the triple Goddess in one magical plant.
This hidden track reminds me of Kipling’s poem : The Way through the Woods.
Buttercup meadow.
Hawthorn.