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A Field Full Of Flowers & Sunshine

Flowers In May,Rocking Dog

Flowers In May

Many of you will know about my love of the fields which lie behind the kennel. They were the perfect place to do an impromptu photo shoot with little Douglas. On the 10th May we ran out of the kennel whilst the sun was shining and the little babe contented. He was surrounded by sun kissed buttercups, clover, dandelion clocks, plantain and gently swaying grasses. How much more lovely to be photographed in this natural environment than a stark and expensive photographic studio! The weeks have since rolled on, the little chaps skin has plumply filled out, smiles have arrived, and newborn clothes have been neatly parcelled up. In time we will run through the grasses, hide, eat picnics, chat, sing, tell stories, do hand stands (!), dance, read, build snowmen, and play games in the field.

With the arrival of June the field shows off new swathes of flowers and grasses. The colourful honeyed smell of spring has given way to less showy moon daisies, wild sorrel, hawkweed, birds foot trefoil and a myriad of tall whispering grasses. Meadow Brown and Gatekeeper butterflies flutter in amongst the sun baked vegetation whilst bumble bees enjoy the sweet dying embers of the pink and white clovers. Large metallic lapiz blue dragonflies skim across the field on their way to the wetness of the Frome. Hedgerows burgeon with bramble blooms, sloes, wild briar rose and elderflower. It is simply too hot for the rabbits to graze, they will emerge from their damp clay burrows when twilight brings the coolness of the days end.

A pair of swallows have returned to the field, the late afternoons bring them joyfully and skilfully utilising their mesmerizing acrobatics. They swoop and dive over the high desiccating grasses, mere flashes of inky black forked tail and iconic aerodynamic wings. The buzzard, deer, wood pigeons and the rabbit loving fox who lives in the orchard put in appearances and makes every walk unique. The seasons leech into each other, days shorten and lengthen, rain, cold, wind, sun, grey, mud, frost, sun parched, the field perpetually changes.

Real Live Rocking Dog loves the field it means chasing his current deflated ball. We are lucky that the cows haven’t yet arrived. Until then it is Real Live Rocking Dogs field. It is a place for thinking, contemplating (despite the constant hum of the motorway), revelling in nature, enjoying the seasons and for planning the next photo shoot with the sooooo sweet wee nipper!

Do You Like Butter?,Rocking Dog

Do You Like Butter?

Flowers In June,Rocking Dog

Flowers In June

Nature Table,Rocking Dog

Nature Table

Brambles In Flower,Rocking Dog

Brambles In Flower

Ripening Sloes,Rocking Dog

Ripening Sloes

Where's My Ball?,Rocking Dog

Where’s My Ball?

Watery Walk,Rocking Dog

Watery Walk

Marshmallow Skies,Rocking Dog

Marshmallow Skies

May Blossom & Friends,Rocking Dog

May Blossom & Friends

Boo Hoo! The Tractor Is Out.

Hot Real Live Rocking Dog!, Rocking Dog

Hot Real Live Rocking Dog!

Boo Hoo! The tractor is out in the meadow behind the kennel. Very soon the honeyed pink clover, wild sorrel, buttercups, campion, dandelion clocks will be no more…..well for at least a little while. The thigh high swathes of grasses will be noisily cut, left to dry, and then gathered. Cow fodder for leaner days ahead, short dark days with frost, snow, driving rain and cheek nipping chills.

With the grassy haircut the ha ha, mole hills and mystical archeological mounds will again be apparent. Real Live Rocking Dog will be able to play football again, and my walking pace can step up without the impediment of burgeoning flora. The swallows will be able to swoop even lower in their nightly acrobatic courtship dances.

I will miss the flowers, the butterflies and the bees. I will miss the disturbed swathes of grasses, wondering what nocturnal animal created the mysterious hollows. I will miss the sweet sunny smell of the floral cornucopia, and the gentle rustle of grasses swaying untidily in the breeze. I love this meadow.

I am witnessing first hand the perpetual nature of the farming calendar, to make hay while the sun shines!

Flora, Rocking Dog

Flora

Busy Bee, Rocking Dog

Busy Bee

Cow Fodder, Rocking Dog

Cow Fodder

Whispering Grass, Rocking Dog

Whispering Grass

Hot Dog....., Rocking Dog

Hot Dog…..

....Cool Dog, Rocking Dog

….Cool Dog