All the way to the top of the hill a wren chattered angry song at the walking cats that trod her territory.
Insects made a background melody, butterfly wings, mayfly buzz and the steady drone of the bee, heavy laden with pollen. Grasshoppers added to the symphony of summer.
Hunting spiders spun soft webs to catch the plenty that filled the lane, the little people of the air.
At the top of the hill the air was cooler. We sat a while in the golden grass, then headed home.
Later in the twilight the lane to Llanferan was again filled with tiny white moths like the ashes of the moon.
8 comments:
Beautiful and magical and yes I know that emerald-ness of green grasses. Mixed in with all kinds of green shades. Must be fabulous to see the warm ginger fur among all that green.
I'm not in the least surprised that the mother wren was chattering angrily at the cats either!
It feels so much more like spring than summer.
I weesh I had smallbords and ferns, too.
Beautiful, beautiful beautiful. I need a new word.
I think my terrace spider travels across the Atlantic to make webs there during the American day, and then reverses. Looks just the same.
Love those upright, adventurous ginger tails.
The greenlane picture at first glance looks like a photo of the rare Welsh Ginger TwoTailed Cat. Wonderful pictures and words. (And congratulations to the cats for taking Rosie's training in hand, er, in paw.)
I like the little people of the air!
We love your words, photos and animals. We're very thankful that you got out of blogger jail and didn't get deleted!! LOL
:o) Thomas, Phoebe and Trixie
So beautiful,sure would like to walk up that Hill with Mr bee,thank you for sharing.
I love your pictures and I love your words! Enchanting, calming, and beautiful!
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