A Solstice Meadow

The most royal of peasants, these weeds and wildflowers. Not a one was wilting like the spoiled creatures in my REAL gardens had been doing all day. They'd had a dry day, but they weren't complaining, they knew how to make the most of a cool evening to recharge themselves. I just couldn't get over the textures - the fluff of bedstraw flowers clouding around the solid white yarrow flowers, joined by the buds of the small field thistles and the upright spikes of yellow dock. Just gorgeous.

I laughed to myself. Look at this, not a weed in the bunch. Nobody's a weed in a meadow.

So there's my article for THIS Summer Solstice. I did finally wander home, but not before flushing QUITE a group of woodcocks from the bushes just by walking by. VERY odd birds, beaks are too long, eyes are too big, they don't fly so good. One went into the broken wing performance so I obliged and followed her. She was very pleased with herself over luring me away from the others. But home I went and divided up my hefty bundle of St. J's flowers. Half got tinctured in vodka, half got infused in oil.....

And the pendulum catches its breath for an instant......and swings back the other way, as it does twice every year. Amazing to think, on this first day of summer, that the days will so soon begin to grow shorter again. I won't think about that just now, I need to go have a bit of a chat with some clouds about some RAIN here..........

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