in the meadow

A damp dull morning turned into a dry bright afternoon.

We went to the Farmer's Market and for a short (carefully obeying all the physiotherapist's instructions) walk in Rineen woods but without the camera.

I took a stroll around our own meadow, where I haven't set foot all summer. The paths have all disappeared but it's a mass of wild grasses and alive with butterflies and other insects. I saw a clouded yellow butterfly, which I have seen so rarely I had to go and look it up to be sure.