June is blooming. May blossom and bluebells have gone, elderflowers and foxgloves take their place. The buttercup fields on the edge of Gillingham have escaped housing developments, (so far). The footpath across the meadows is hidden by beautiful yellow flowers. Kneeling down I took a picture and stayed for a while just looking.
“Where every flower that was not a buttercup was a daisy” – Thomas Hardy…
“He was a man who used to notice such things” – Thomas Hardy
And so to the Chesil Beach – from North Dorset to the Jurassic coast. Wild flowers everywhere – the pebbles are transformed into a beach garden. Completely natural – not a gold medal winning Chelsea garden, this is a garden created by nature alone. One of my favourite places to find inspiration for painting.
