When we reach our patch of edgelands, where we've walked our dogs through the pandemic, it's like entering another world. Sometimes it even feels like we're going through a portal.
The footpath along the embankment and that fallow field will also disappear under tarmac and concrete. In contrast to the farmland, they've hosted a wide range of wildflowers this year, and constitute an even bigger loss.
More human intervention of the sort that impacts on wildlife happened in the meadow, when someone decided to 'help' the hollowing oak shed its core of rotten wood, thus depriving insects and larvae of homes and hiding places. I can only think it was like picking a scab for them, but why can't we just let things be?
a constellation of carrots
carrots at the mad hatter stage
Often the air is full of thistledown.