Janey...
'Coed Hedd'
Shy tormentil among the reeds and grasses drifting in the feather breeze
Helen...
Himalayan Balsam - I ought to frown and shake my head at you. But your tunnel of candy floss colour shifting in the breeze lifts my heart.
Kit...
Now cleared of windrows, the field has turned
opal-fruit-green; cows lie about like liquorice chunks, loving their fresh new blanket.
Jane...
Peace hangs in the thick grey clouds, billows through the trees in the summer wind.
Beverley...
From small tangled basket heads, the Queen Anne Lace stitches itself through the high stalks of blond grasses.
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