We've come to an everything moment in the year. Flowers and berries and seeds all mixed up in the hedgerows. Always, always, I like to see Alexander seeds; their black glossyness, their shapes.
Blackberry flowers are pretty. More important (to me!) - their fruits are forming. Buds, flowers, fruits all on the same plant, all there in the fuzzy background.
Down the path, towards the sea. Stop. Let's stand still.
Wild Clematis - Traveler's Joy - Old Man's Bear - the same plant.
It stretches out.
It produces flowers - small, pretty, about half an inch across. The seed heads will be massive and hairy - beards!
And under the blackberry bushes - Herb Robert.
Something was striking me. No butterflies. Lots of buddleia but no butterflies. I walked down towards the sea and, just as the path opened out - black butterflies. I've not seen black butterflies before. I chased them around, camera in hand. It was sunny. Surely, one would stop in the sun and spread its wings. Isn't that what butterflies do? I trampled the grass. Had my way stopped by reeds. The butterflies stayed in the air, alighting for fractions of seconds - then off again. Then I saw a white butterfly with black dots - a sort of marble effect. That wouldn't stop still either. None on the buddleia. New (to me) ones in the open. Odd year!