Older foals begin to gambol.
Poached and pock’ed water meadow, commonly too wet to traverse, has dried.
Passerines comb my shasta daisies for spiders and the first meadow brown visits, seeking nectar.
My potato patch looks like yesterday’s plated salad leaves (but green shoots show).
The ‘lawn’ is too rich in flower and bug to groom now, it buzzes with bees and flaps with finches.
Yellow hawkweed nods tall and proud, with buttercup competition. Speedwell and plantain, clover and shaded bugloss shake amongst the seeding stems of grasses.
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