Summer meadow

A catch-up day of identifying plants, tidying up all the books and papers that littered our living room after a week or so of hard work, doing the washing and re-stocking the cupboards.

After heavy rain in the morning the sky brightened and by the time I walked the dogs in the early afternoon it was brilliant blue, punctuated by fluffy white cumulus clouds. The grasses in the meadows are now long - a sea of pinkish Yorkshire fog punctuated by the taller cock's-foot - drifting hazily into the distance. I stopped to listen to a lark singing overhead, and watched swallows and terns swooping over the water in an endless frenzy of food finding. This excerpt from a Pink Floyd song seemed to suit the mood of the day - and the style of the image.

In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

Grantchester Meadows
Pink Floyd