August, A Paradise in Flowers.
The big field has reached it’s flowery peak. I defy anyone not to be moved by the joyous profusion of blooms drifting along tracks, weaving under trees, spilling through fences and blinking over the tops of gorse bushes. No human could compose such happy combinations, such billowing waves of colour, such a heavenly bounty of blooms spread out as far as the eye can see.
From the tiniest Scarlet Pimpernel, blood brilliant under delicate Hedge Parsley, which threads like lace beneath bristling grass seed heads. To the ocean swell of purple Tufted Vetch and yellow Meadow Vetchling twining up and up, and round each other in an ecstatic summer embrace. Through beds of fragrant yellow Fleabane and pale pink Musk Mallows. Over carpets of white and dusky pink Clovers, and past soft, prickly stands of Thistles. To the splendid suns of Ragwort and the pink towers of Rosebay Willowherb. Hot and holey St John’s Wort, cool, mauve Mint topped with a puff of Marsh Bedstraw.
Add to this heavenly mixture the movement of a million dazzling insects, the perpetual motion of swallows and a laughing woodpecker, and I’d believe you if you told me that this was Paradise.