Sunday 6 April 2014

Down the road, evening

Top-lit piles of bright cloud are cross-hatched by still bare poplars, everything is late but there's a green sheen on the willows now and the verges are sprinkled with stitchwort.

1 comment:

Rouchswalwe said...

"... and the verges are sprinkled with stitchwort."
Lucy! This is charming!