Janey...
Already the late-summer scent of salt and seaweed blowing in...
Helen...
White clouds cling to damp fell tops
Like fleece on fence posts -
Down here, bright rowanberries.
Jane...
Clump upon clump of old nettles stand in proud rows along the lane, their dying flowers drooping as they sway in the wind.
Beverley...
Crows ink blot the shorn barley field; the wheat stands ready for its turn. Elderberries in abundance now.
Kit...
My June-sad runner bean teepee has turned a corner. Those rickety jaundiced limbs now leafy, strong & bean-bearing. Hallelujah!
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