Sheltered under the canopy of the wood Umbellifer flowers illuminate the dark corners, beacons for pollinators who brave the rain this day. Each flower a world of opportunity for hoverflies, dipterids and wasps. Hollow stems tower above a wet underworld of saturated greens, scaffold for spider web, soon to be sanctuary for hibernating insects when the year turns cold and hard.
The amorphous Aniseed scent perfumes the wind trails, focused by the damp cloying air, gathering in the storied realm of hedgerow corner and meadow margin.Flattened seeds, miniature oil filled stained glass windows held on the umbrella carcass are still just a dream as the year rumbles on.
Rain, wind, sun to come. Fattening the flowers and swelling their ovums, landing pads for fertilisers.
Wow!
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So beautiful, so touching and relaxing. And the magical atmospheric words to stir the soul. Humble thanks.
Thank you Jules. I love exploring the small things in nature and glad you found the words a good match too.