Janey...
In the hedges and meadows the mauve and blue tones of early summer give way imperceptibly to the yellows - fleabane, ragwort, hawkweed...
Helen...
Fellside like a great green whale, wet under darkening skies - but meadowsweet, frothy in the hedges, lights our way.
Kit...
My secret roadside patch of wild raspberries, which has gifted me sweet, snatched midsummer joy for years, has failed. Sun-starved, the fruit sits damp and greying on withered stems.
Beverley...
It’s a good year for the tall ones: Ox Tongue tossing gold coins all over the place and Great Burdock showing off over-large leaves and an abundance of spiky blooms.
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