Not so easy when your thighs are covered with huge cricket bruises.
The cemetery has now reached its final phase of spring, with buttercups and white flowers I think may be saxifrage of some kind the latest flowers to swarm over the century old graves. They will be the last too, normally when the bluebells are over, the gardeners at the cemetery cut all the flowers down. I noticed also that there are tiny white flowers carpeting the ground at the base of trees, perhaps some form of chickweed.
Oilseed rape is now out in the Grange Road fields, but on a cooler day the thick scent of the flowers isn't so bad for the passing runner. I noticed some little brown birds with white bellies hovering in the wind above the yellow blooms, "peep-ing" away; meadow pipits I assume.
I haven't seen them in that field before.
So my detailing of the year goes on! The spring phrase comes to an end. I've been thinking about careers as ever; surely I am not too old to ever be a success?
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 11.05.16
|Ceonothus, but too dull for bees|
|Not sure what this tree is|
|More, and different, flowers on the graves|
|Saxifrage - I think - and buttercups|
|Tiny chickweed type stuff|
|It was found at the base of trees|
|Horses and buttercups|