Monday, 19 May 2008

Down the road, afternoon.

Not cow parsley here but sorrel softens the verges, shaded saffron and coral and madder red, undergrown with buttercups, and bold accents of hairy, vaulted, white-faced hogweed umbels above.

1 comment:

Plutarch said...

I like the way the 30-word limit compacts the images and the rhythm. So much in so little space.