Late Summer Meadow

Late Summer Meadow

There is something so beautiful about the wildflower meadow in late summer.  It is no longer the burst of colour that it has been since May.  Now it is a dozen shades of brown, from straw to mud, with the occasional splash of white (the last oxeye daisy or a white butterfly), purple (thistle, scabious, betony, knapweed or teasel), or yellow (toadflax or buttercup).  Sitting in the meadow as the sun slides towards the western horizon this evening, there were more moths than butterflies, and the hum of grasshoppers, the occasional squeak of a shrew or mouse, and the chatter of a woodpecker in the hedgerows filled me with peace.

Late Summer Meadow

Late Summer Meadow

It is a tatty time of year!  Although the verges are mown, and the grass is again now thick and green where the hay was taken off a few weeks ago, the meadow itself is a getting wizened with the year.  As I walk past, I let my fingers move through the seedheads, feeling the precious little things scatter into the breeze, each one potentially the beginning of a beautiful new plant. In a few weeks we shall be mowing the meadows and tidying up, but for now, the magical work of nature is at work, seeding a new generation …

The first English apples are in the greengrocer.  Autumn is almost here.