Some of the charm of Spring has moved on while we have been away getting wet in the west. Blacka has also been wet since the previous post commenting on the spell of dry weather, and the precious jewelled whites on the trees can't survive downpours.
But all must move on or we would have no berries to use for the jellies that grace our tables in winter.
A withering flower though is not such a pretty sight so we need to seek out the cow parsley along the paths - where no cows walk.
They are occupying the sheep enclosure. How lovely they must be making it. More than half way through June and they are still thankfully off the moor at the expense of the desert here.
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