Harebells and heather
- Jen Blaxall.
- 6 days ago
- 1 min read
It doesn't matter if the sky is grey or blue, the colour of heather is complimented by either, as it gently swayed on the breeze and travelled far out of view from my high vantage point, accompanied by the feeling of being on top of the world! Not only because of my location, but also how it lifted my mood with the joys and bounty of August.
Butterflies, dragonflies and birds were also out, enjoying the bountiful forest of berries, nuts, pollen, nectar and seeds. A kestrel hovered above the purple heath, and as I turned a corner, I saw a roe deer on the path. I stepped behind a tree not to disturb him, and I watched him carefully pick and enjoy some blackberries, before he was startled by a dog walker and bounded off across the path.
I passed the time of day with the dog and his walker, but was quickly lost in nature once more. Harebells kindly waved and shimmered as I passed and hawthorn and apple trees dripped with fruit.
I ran my hand through the bog myrtle which lined the edge of the bog, desperate to grab that fragrant aroma before it dissipates again for another year. Water mint flowers along stream edges and the swallows swooped in their enthusiastic flight.
What a joy to feel rooted into this land; never taken for granted and always lifts my soul.

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