Dusk was falling as I walked up the hill this evening. Some of the grass in the meadow had been cut, it was stubbly underfoot and the Wild Chervil has gone to seed - its tall stalks stood out blackly against the darkening horizon, spindly stars holding their pale, moon-like seeds up into the approaching night. I felt that I had taken this picture before because the stars of Wild chervil are a repeating motif on our city walks, one that is endlessly satisfying. I stopped to take another long, marvelling look and think about how I really shouldn't take yet another picture of Wild Chervil ...
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