Transition

Thought I'd wander down to the garden with camera, tripod and post-lunch cuppa slopping everywhere to record the meadow changing into its summer clothes. The Ox-eyes are opening, tracking the welcome sun as the Ragged robin begins its decline. I love the changing colours; Like a very slow firework display. Knapweeds are next out of the box, waiting for an unseen hand to light the touch paper. It all depends on the summer. Another damp squib?