Meadow flowers

There's now competition for the bluebells out on the mead. The section of it nearest to Staines is left to grow to hay each year unlike the rest which is grazed. Its knee high already, and chock full of wild flowers. I'll pick a little red clover blossom to make a gallon of wine but that's still a few days away; for now the mead is dominated by little yellow flowers like tall buttercups and pretty grasses.

Meanwhile the woods are in full leaf now and there are drifts of cow parsley against all the hedges where just a few months ago there were drifts of snow. Aren't seasons brilliant!