Blustery Day

We went out walking around the village this afternoon, and felt like we were going to be blown away by the blustery wind. The clouds were scudding across in front of the sun, and I had to wait a bit for the sun to fall on these little blossoms again, then I had to reach out and hold the stem so it wouldn't be flapping in the wind!

This is in the churchyard. G is fond of quoting poetry, and was inspired to recite these lines from Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard:

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The extra is a shot of some of these mouldering heaps, overlooking the Infants' School, where our daughter attended a very fleeting few years as a pupil.