the field in july

 

The long grass is parched and as you walk through it seeds fall and fill your shoes. On the hillside, a clump of harebells were a delight to find as I don't remember seeing these here before. 

 

 

 

  

Fruits are ripening on the trees and bushes. Blackberries already! 

And joining the Meadow Browns in the field are one of my favourite butterflies, the Small Skipper. Little flashes of orange zipping about amongst the grasses.

The field in January : February : March : April : May : June