September

A Blue Haze

They say blue and green should never be seen, but what could be more lovely than woodlands magically dressed in blue and green?

The Bluebell
 The blue bell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air;

Whose blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care.
by Emily Bronte

The seasonal wheel keeps turning, and now that our native bluebells have carpeted the woods, Spring can give way to Summer

High Summer

 There's a shimmering haze on the meadows

from acres of wheat painted gold

draped all across the landscape

as far as the eye can behold

new life begins for sweet 'Peony'

crops ripen and swell

some have time to stand and stare

whilst others scratch hard for a living

Artichoke 

 Cleome

Gentle, carefree, halcyon days, but 
stop! more time is needed

before I let you go