The dead heading of roses is a sad task but eventually new buds will come. I am trying very hard to keep the roses blooming – I don’t paint them but simply enjoy their beauty and fragrance which carries on the wind.
It is beyond mid summer and the days become shorter minute by minute. Hardly noticeable yet. Sunset skies, gentle twilight, and early dawns still continue to give an abundance of light and it is good to be outside absorbing as much of it as possible.
Standing in fields of poppies, wild flowers and orchids recently, I remembered it wasn’t that long ago – about 2 months- I was walking in bluebell woods and spring flowering meadows.
Our garden lawn was covered in buttercups and daisies ……….. now we have a carpet of white clover and purple self heal. The bees are having a wonderful time.
Fruit is forming on the apple and damson trees and it won’t be long before the elderflower berries turn dark purple – a forever changing colourscape.
Summer Meadow