A poor old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit…

Peacock Pie

Walter de la Mare (1873 – 1956)

The still, cool evening beckoned, with camera in hand, was enthralled at the simple beauty of the developing seeds and flower heads. Still struggling to frame shots when using macro but must “keep on, keeping on”…

Thanks for stopping by today;hope you have time to be enthralled by the little things we so often overlook!