Janey...
Midsummer dusk is lit by a strawberry moon, purple foxgloves crowd the cliffs
Beverley...
The campion fades as the vetch flourishes. A single white butterfly.
Kit...
Early Eden solstice - down through the sweet woods, young fir trees draped in honeysuckle, the air bursting with blackbird song.
Helen...
Sky is a hot blue. I clear a weedy ground elder patch and suddenly the house is full of flowers.
Jane...
Green boughs bob and sway ceaselessly in solstice celebration.
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