Buttercups and foxtails with young memorial trees behind

Serenity

The view through grasses has such a profound effect – taking the time to sit on the ground, or lie, and look at the world from the perspective of being 2 foot tall.  Is it about childhood days of careless ease?  Or something far deeper, I wonder.

When the grasses and flowers are growing high, I find myself often pausing and breathing in the view from that level.  Right now, across the wildflower meadow, it is foxtails and buttercups, the former somehow bringing a soft-focus to it all.

Buttercups and foxtails with young memorial trees behind

Buttercups and foxtails with young memorial trees behind

In a week or so the oxeye daisies will burst into flower and it will be quite a different feel. We hope to see you at our Open Day, and – if your knees will allow you to find that child’s eye view – you can judge for yourself.