AFTER THE GRASS WAS CUT

Last month, I posted about the wild plants in a park. After that, the grass grew and grew until it was like a low level field of (wall?) barley. It turned honey brown. Scarlet pimpernels spread. Their flowers were open more often. But when the light was bright the wind blew and the field rippled; lovely to watch but not particularly enjoyable as a photographic blur. When the plants stood still, the sun went behind clouds. I postponed and postponed until, one day, the sun came out, it wasn't raining and the wind had dropped and . . .

and a man came along and cut it down.

Later, I went to look.

 Cut-leaved Crane's-bill (Geranium dissectum)

Part of the cut-leafed cranesbill, was still there by the roundabout but nearly everything else had gone.

There were

feathers.

There was a mangled pine cone.

Chopped up clocks.

COMMON ROUGH WOODLICE - Porcellio scaber

And woodlice on a decaying stump. Apparently these woodlice have two pairs of lungs - take a look at UK Safari.

Anagallis arvensis
Scarlet Pimpernel flower - just the flower - fallen when the grass was cut.

And at last, briefly, the pimpernel flowers, detached from their stalks and roots, were open and still. It was hard not to be sad.
If the grass is not cut, tins and bottles can fall in it, be hidden by it, be ready to cut anyone who sits there or falls. It has to be done. I'm glad it is done - except for the part of me that isn't.

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