#342 - Tufted Vetch with Meadow Vetchling

Because it's so miserable and grey today I thought I'd post these gorgeous meadow flowers from last weeks sunshine days. They make me feel happy to be alive.

#341 - Pennywort flowers in stone

These flowers grow all the way up a high stone wall I must have walked past a hundred times. Every crevice in the lichen-covered stone is crammed with cheerful little violet and gold faces.

#340 - Moon Daisies

Happy Moon Daisies from my happy place. Revisited one of my favourite walks from my teen days and found a forest of daisies, on wasteland, between two of the high stone walls which are everywhere in Somerset. Just for a moment I felt seventeen again.

#339 - Wild Honeysuckle

Such a wildly extravagant plant, all dramatic curls and arabesques. I couldn't resist this Japanese honeysuckle growing in the Somerset lane I was walking up today. It had spilled over from a nearby garden - I noticed how city plots are far more neatly contained, here the gardens climb over the stone walls, spilling into the road exuberantly.

#338 - Hedge Bindweeed on rock

The bugle vine flowers were holding the sunshine so blindingly this afternoon - they were glorious with light.

#337 - Linden flowers

Perfect Linden flowers... the limes in our local park have finished flowering but further afield the trees are covered with masses of these gorgeous pale-green blossoms. Because they are green they are easily missed,  I had never noticed them before I started this blog, so it makes me happy to think my life is richer for having linden flowers in it.

#336 - Pyrenean Cranesbill on bark

Oh the blues and purples of summertime! I love the way you can take a different turn in the park and find a flower you've never seen before. July is full of surprises.

#335 - Common Marigold on Clay

I dream of one day living in the country but, in the meantime, I love being surprised by the city. Walking in a different playing field near our house we came across banks of marigolds growing wild out of the red, sun-baked clay earth.

#334 - Silverweed Leaves on Grass

"In the open spaces between the trees the grass was so fresh and green that the brightness of it caught at one's heart."
(Elizabeth Goudge, Henrietta's House)