General

The field rises in a way that brings a newly departed bed to my thoughts. It is as a duvet that is rumpled in all the right ways, so care free rather than pulled straight. That is the way the grasses are, tufting and waving as the ocean may on some sunny windswept day. I watch the green hues as it deepens and lightens in the sun-rays. The land itself is a steep incline, one that makes one feel the effort of the muscles to climb, yet feel the joy of the effort it takes.

General

Four hectares of thick spring grass, wet under the early morning dew. Ankle-deep, undulating, thick and tangled as a horse's mane. Steel water trough, lined with green algae, filled with a bucket from the faucet every morning. Wooden fence, post and rail, five bar gate. Beech trees line the fence to the north, overhanging boughs provide dappled shade for the horses in summer, standing flicking flies away with their tails.

By angela, March 5, 2012.
General

Edge of woodland, slopes down gently to bramble filled ditch,ditch overgrown with cow parsley and nettles, bare patches, thick lush dew laden grass, cowslip with it's broad yellow flowers trumpetting the music of spring, Dandelions, Ragwort, scattered clusters of rabbit droppings, hawthorn hedge, five bar gate, brook half chocked with weeds, purple thistle, bumble bee, rutted track, cow pats, clump of figwort.

By angela, March 2, 2012.