#222 - Elderflower

Each Elder tree is covered in clouds of creamy blossom, seen from afar it is hard to appreciate the individual perfection of each minuscule flower. Such a simple design, elegant in its spareness, in bridal colours - ivory petals and the palest yellow stamens.

#221 - Double Pink Hawthorn

These hawthorn flowers are so sweet and fresh, I especially love the undersides with the little five pointed green star against the pink and white. 

#220 - Blue Leylandii cones

The Leylandii are full of their miniature cones, there are so many on the trees that from a distance the dark green boughs are hazed with a blueish-purplish mist. Close up, the trees are laden with what looks like tiny blue roses.

#219 - Wood avens burrs

I noticed these burrs back in the autumn when they were dark brown, they are beautifully spherical and savage looking with their hooked spikes. Growing next to the star-like, Wood avens flowers they are even more striking now with their blood-red barbs and emerald green centres.

#218 - Horse Chesnut flower stamens

Sheltering from the rain today under a horse chestnut tree I noticed how all the elegantly shaped flower stamens were scattered on the ground. Hundreds and thousands of them. I would never have noticed them if it wasn't for the rain forcing me to take cover. Spent a few perfect moments on my knees in the dirt admiring their swan-like curves and delicate translucence.

#217 - Ribwort Plantain

I love these grass-heads that are growing in the meadows at the moment, looking like Elizabethan courtiers with their little white flower ruffs. They remind me of my childhood, I'm not sure why, I just remember noticing them even back then - they make me think of lying in the long grass on warm Summer days. Watching them bob in the wind I can't help feeling a little carefree and happy.

#216 - Buttercups at Dusk

I read somewhere about the meadows being 'enamelled' with flowers, I can picture that when I look at the buttercups which are so bright and beautiful at the moment. They seem to float above reality, like pictures of themselves, and in the dusk have a definite, otherworldly gleam, almost jewel-like. They seem to glow with light.