Deep

The pastures are deep at the moment, deep enough for a fox disappear quickly after briefly showing itself a little further along from here. At the edges of this ocean of grass, Cow Parsley froths up like surf.

My Two Trees are back in full leaf, with just sufficient variety in shade of green to discern the Lime from the Sycamore.

In extras, a large caterpillar, probably a moth, filed away in the ‘waiting to id’ pile.