Wild flowers in the rain
It had stopped raining yesterday evening, when I set off for a stroll on the lane to Noiron; but not for long. The grey got greyer; the damp in the air got damper; and then rain fell again. The wild flowers smiled a little; but many were bedraggled by the rain: poppies were flat on themselves, daisies closed, buttercups weighed down in the field.
Many farmers were out making hay a week ago, while the sun shone. Our neighbouring farmer who takes the hay from our field is waiting still. I hope the now damp grass dries out for him.
7 June 2020