What a beautiful month June has been!
This is a photograph of one of my favourite places to take Polly and Betty for a good run. It's a huge field, covered with wonderful grasses and meadow flowers throughout the summer months.
My girls are so happy when they visit the field and watching them bound through the long grass is an absolute joy.
Sadly though, this is yet another local field under threat of development. It really is heartbreaking to think that such a beautiful area will probably become yet another housing development, as so many others recently have.
It makes me very sad to see our local green spaces destroyed forever in the name of progress. I wonder how losing so much of our natural environment can possibly be progress?
Some wise words for our town planners to mull over ...
How does the Meadow flower
its bloom unfold? Because the
lovely little flower is free
down to its root, and in that
by William Wordsworth
The great events of life often leave one
unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and,
when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the
scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the
same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We
reject the burden of their memory, and have
anodynes against them. But the little things,
the things of no moment, remain with us. In
some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most
delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.
by Oscar Wilde