The field of wheat has turned from the mossy green through a delicate brushing of peach to a now creamy lemon colour. It is alive with birds of all shapes and sizes, the smaller ones darting to and fro from the edge of the rew and the pigeons concealed so well amongst the ears that only Harvey knows they are in there.
The wild plum trees are weighed heavy with an abundance of fruit. The smaller ones are discarded on the ground and they provide interest for us to study. They are a bit sharp to eat though and we are waiting for the big juicy ones to drop. And there are so many butterflies and insect creatures around. I love July - summer at its best. Gordon x