From the little germander speedwell and hops trefoil that grow at my feet, to the cow parsley that is almost shoulder height right now, the verges and commons are positively bursting with wildflowers and grasses. This flower ‘lady’s smock’ or ‘cuckoo flower’ dances in the breeze, its pale pink heads waving above the green.
Emily spotted a heron fly over while we were in the garden and ran to get her wildlife book to look it up. Our neighbours have a pond nearby and the herons seem to like to visit on occasion. I always think they look curiously out of place around here, territory of robins, sparrows, finches and the like. Reminds me of a pterodactyl, with its long legs and beak stretched forward as it sails down to land, huge grey wings outspread behind.