English summers bring such a mixture of weather and colours. I admired this cousin to the dandelion not just for its cheerful yellow sunlike flowers, but also for its clear determination to hold tight and grow despite the odds.
This borage flower had rather more water and soil to aid its growth, and from the look of the sky, there was more water to come.
In this third picture, it was the contrast between the delicacy of the rosebay willow herb flowers and the naked wire of the fence that caught my eye.
So, today the blog post has focused on photos. If you’re looking for poetry, you could click across to my sound cloud page where I’ve added audio files of the last two poems I’ve posted here: La Paloma, 2003, which is set firmly in the heat of a Madrid summer, and Nine o’clock in shades of grey, an autumnal piece, where the sky is “a solid lid on thoughts” rather like the sky behind the borage flower.
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