Summer's end

On March 21st this year I blipped this field under the plough in preparation for sowing barley and today the crop has been harvested. It was a poor yield the farmer complained: not only has the weather been terrible but birds had taken a large proportion of the grain.
The same birds can be seen in my blip a year ago yesterday, gleaning the stubble fields.

So, not much 'Hurrahing in Harvest' here but at least the day was fine and the clouds were nice. Gerard Manley Hopkins found more extravagant words to describe them:

SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?