In the knowledge the recent heat and drought must be turning the meadows, hay fields and forgotten scrublands into parched vistas of gold, ochre and rust, I’ve been keen to get out and about with my camera again.
We returned to the meadow at Knave’s Ash to find its once-fountainous grasses scythed to the ground, but around its edges long drifts of bone-white stems topped by aureate plumes, the bronze fossils of umbellifers, the chocolatey flower spikes of dock leaves, and smatterings of yellow daisies. A whole world of sepia and antique gold.
Red's Kingdom 
So beautiful! I think I even prefer these incredibly subtle colour variations over the more colourful photos.
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Thanks Judy! 😀
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Ah, yes, and we’re forever fleshed from dawn. Gold made goldener, a small death.
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My poet is back! 😀
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Not quite. As I told you, these months are complicated. We all have our doldrums, I suppose.
But I’m always somewhere in the back, Phil, don’t you worry!
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