Foxgloves in the forest.

This crowd of Foxgloves were taking over this glade in the forest. I walk through these woods regularly, but always love the tall spires of deep pink 'Digitalis', swaying in the breeze. They are never in flower for long enough, what is...

The hay meadows neighbouring the woods are seeding now, the 'Yellow Rattle' turning into dry, brown seed heads, bursting with shiny black seeds. Grasses stand bristling, rustling.

Change is everywhere.