Trying to find more interesting ways of recording the plants around the place at certain times of year, I pressed some of the plants back in June.
(Honestly, learning proper photography is genuinely high on my priority list – you will see an improvement at some point!!)
I think the delicate grasses and smallest, most fragile leaves came out the nicest.
It’s not even a fraction of what’s out there.
It’s an absolute privilege to be able to stand out here, listening to the breeze in the grasses and the ticking of insects, and the high, mournful cry of a buzzard being chased around by skraking crows.
Butterflies, slow-worms, grass-hoppers, bees, frogs, toads, spiders, fleas, flies, dragon flies and birds… by the time the deer flatten the grasses with their evening gatherings, we’ve seen more business than Piccadilly Circus, and yet, tranquility reigns.
Only nature can be its most busy, its most industrious and still soothe the nerves and nourish the spirit.
Wildlife is great…