Friday 4 July 2008

Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.

July is an inert and characterless month, I reflect, then start enjoying the baked gold of the grasses, speckled and bejewelled with purple and yellow flowers and brown seed heads.

2 comments:

Bee said...

It sounds like you've been dry and sunbaked there.

The wind is howling outside right now -- feels more like autumn than high summer.

Lucy said...

That's set in here now too.