Friday, 26 August 2011

What's in a Name

Wandering across the hills on a fine morning in late summer, the mist lifts and the sun warms the land.  Damp, delicate flowers start to lift their heads and shake off the weight of yesterday's rain and the poetry of the old flower names sings across the grass.

Viper's Bugloss
I took several pictures of Viper's Bugloss and have found they all tend towards the fuzzy.  Maybe this blue is just too intense for me to capture. 

Birdsfoot Trefoil
Musk Mallow