Underrated, undemanding, and full of sneezes; the grasses in June quietly being the prettiest things around.
The meadows are in full flourish; the grasses brush head, shoulders, knees, and toes, while the grasshoppers sing and butterflies flit this way and that. The foxgloves bend and bow in the dry heat, and the roses are spangled through sorrel seeds- it’s a beauty of the eye-watering, nose-tickling
Sorrel Seed heads.
Foxgloves ‘Dalmatian Cream’, ‘Alba’.