Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
8 June
The small meadow is going through a growth spurt. The grasses seem to have shot up – a bit like when you discover that your hair has become too long overnight! The wind moves across them, making their tops sway back and forth, like gentle waves on the sea. It is very relaxing to watch. And if they are the waves, then the ox-eye daisies are the spray. Patches of white, star-shapes, moving to the same rhythm, their faces turned toward the sun.
Cutting the paths, I find Small Blue butterflies fluttering ahead of me, and have to stop the mower several times, in order to avoid a casualty! I am always amazed how much life inhabits such a small area - and I’m sure that I only know the half of it. The goldfinches, rooks and green woodpecker are still daily visitors, and last week I spotted a female pheasant crouching nervously amidst the stems.
Today I spy numerous small orange/brown moths(?) and notice that one of the bug hotels is doing a brisk trade, with potential new clients investigating the narrow-bore holes that are drilled into its lower level. Welcome. The rates are reasonable and the service is really quite good.
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