The meadow is humming with life at the moment – hoverflies and bees, and countless other creatures that I can’t identify, not to mention the mice and voles, butterflies and moths. It is impossible to take a photograph that fills the soul with all the joy that the meadow does when we stand before it, breathing it in …
As we begin to mow the areas that have more grass than wildflowers, tidying up the burial areas, I realise that I am beginning to consider how the next month will flow, when the meadow will go to seed, and when we will cut it. Like many, I am not nearly ready for that moment, still needing to inhale the beauty of it all, still bathing in the sunshine and colours of summer.