Roadside daisies

On the way home from J's appointments in Ashford, we diverted via the village of Mersham, hoping to see the two rheas which Peter used to pass on his walks from the hospital. Unfortunately their meadow had been divided by electric fences to provide separate areas of grazing for horses, leaving the rheas confined to the most distant corner and barely visible from the road. We paused there nonetheless, and while J's nurse got out the suction machine, I admired the yellow flag irises and ox-eye daisies, which my mum called moon daisies. 

It was a long, busy morning, but I was grateful to the ENT nurses for seeing J at short notice and being constructive and helpful, and for the beautiful late afternoon sun on the valley as we sat on the patio enjoying the breeze; for P's freshly baked bread for breakfast, and a glass of my favourite white wine with my spinach and pesto pasta this evening.