Bog bean

... on the Langdales (looking towards the Helvellyn massif)

As well as the bog bean, the butterwort was in flower and I just get disproportionately excited seeing stags horn club moss which is reasonably abundant up there.

If I Was Dead (Carol Ann Duffy)

If I was dead,
and my bones adrift
like dropped oars
in the deep, turning earth;

or drowned,
and my skull
a listening shell
on the dark ocean bed;

if I was dead,
and my heart
soft mulch for a red, red rose;

or burned,
and my body
a fistful of grit, thrown
in the face of the wind;

if I was dead,
and my eyes,
blind at the roots of flowers,
wept into nothing,

I swear your love
would raise me
out of my grave,
in my flesh and blood,

like Lazarus;
hungry for this,
and this, and this,
your living kiss.