On a sunny day I barely notice the flowers on the leafless spikes of moth mullein, but on a foggy morning or a rainy day the yellow blooms shine like so many lanterns across the shingly river terraces that stretch beyond the Secret Garden.
Whatever the weather, pastoral scenes abound, cattle grazing, oats sheaved and ready for stooking...
And another reminder of the rural nature of this place I call home: a bank of village letterboxes with their backdrop of
agapanthus.
Moth Mullein Verbascum blattaria
Oats Avena sativa
Agapanthus, Lily of the Nile Agapanthus africanus
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