There's something so textiley about the tumult of wildflowers this time of the year, the fields are tumbled with starry, sprinkling beauty, like a milky way of flowers - everywhere I look I see the colours of rich European tapestries.....and then there are the leaves, which are only just beginning to show their majesty thus:
Tomorrow is the last day in a glorious week of opalescent, glimmering skies, balmy wafting breezes and blissful fragrant days - I am going to drink it all in to my memory banks for the coming season of blizzards and ice.
