“If you don’t love things in particular, you cannot love the world, because the world doesn’t exist except in individual things”
The ditches are a jumble of briars, a tangle of weeds, a mess of curling browning leaves. They cascade onto the lane, in the subdued light of early autumn.
A heady scent draws you into the middle of a phenomenon. The wild honeysuckle is budding, flowering and fruiting all at once. In the darkening days of autumn this climber is still in it’s stride, an exotic reminder of life cycles.
The young ones on the lane have returned to school, a trio of thrushes are practicing their skills at the top of a tree, the now enormous cattle are munching the EU grass.
And wild honeysuckle is the thing today; absorbing, beautiful, tender.
More life cycles of flowers here in the Petals Gallery