Wildflowers

On my near-daily walks, I often follow what is known locally as the lake road. 

This is my favourite view over the fields that line the road.

Soft golden grasses recall the rays of the summer sun (not that we saw much of it this year).

 

 The bullrushes, or cattails, have gone to seed now, all exploded fluff drifting on the wind like furry fairies.  I was surprised to learn from my Environment prof (long ago) that bullrushes can be ground to make flour.  Cattail bread?  Maybe not.

These must be the tiny nests wherein the fairies dwell, and the lace with which they fashion their wings.

Wildflowers or weeds, what's in a name? In early autumn days, these are the plants that line the ditch along the lake road.  Or, they did, until last week when they were mown down.

Blue: straight out of camera; Pink: adjusted in Photoshop

Now probably I "should" know what these sweet little lavender blue posies are called.  But I'm really not very good at being able to put names to plants, and anyway, I subscribe to the philosophy that there is no such thing as "should."

It was a very windy day and I planned to come back to get close-ups of these flowers but on my next walk, they'd already been cut down by the village road crew, for reasons best known to them, although I suspect it has something to do with a pay cheque. 

So, instead of close-ups, I offer up a painterly version of this particular roadside attraction.

And while I'm at it, I 'll take the opportunity to contribute this to Bonnie's Photo Art Friday.

I encourage you to take a virtual stroll through the gallery there of artistically rendered photos from bloggers all over the world.  It's a great way to feast your eyes, soothe your soul, and find inspiration for your own picture making.

I wish you happy trails, wherever your feet may roam!