Before the evening dew draws down on day's soft
breath setting upon the coldness like a dream's afterglow we shall sit in
splendour among all this sweet chaos we have nurtured. For are we not artists
and sculptors taking nature's rich earth and working it with eager hands to the shape
of magnificence; and if anarchy intrudes, we will let it in, so that we may wonder
all the more. For here betwixt this sweet throng of unbridled green richness we
may marvel at creation and growth and offer a lost hope for summers touch to
linger upon it and us for a little longer.
Grapes and tomatoes ripening despite the long cold and wet summer
Courting spiders on the buddleia
This butterfly looks like it had a narrow escape which took part of its wing
