I amble past the fields and admire the varied fence-posts (look hard, you can just see one). Sometimes there are cows in the field, sometimes Canada Geese, tonight only the tall grasses, etching their patterns against the sky.
The bullrushes, or cattails, are coming into full bloom. Apparently a flour can be made from them, but who'd want to try?
There are varied wildflowers in the ditches and fields. I aways think these are chicory because of their colour, but I believe I am corrected every year when I blithely announce that the chicory is out. I'm not good at naming things...I prefer to simply appreciate their mystery. Makes for fewer names to be frustrated about forgetting, too.
But come along, we have a lot further to go yet...