Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Down the road, evening

Spent dandelions stand up like pins, sorrel bolts to red flowerheads.  Two rabbits chase in the field.

Maelle, helping his father in the garden, wears a coat and balaclava still.


Crafty Green Poet said...

it is unseasonably cold isn't it?

Thanks for your comment on my blog about your swifts, we're still waiting here...

Lucy said...

It is, we're still lighting the fire in the evenings, I can't remember the last time we were doing that.

We don't see many swifts out here in the country, or only much later in the season when they're ranging much further to feed, but in the towns and villages, especially those with tall churches, they're whizzing about screaming!