This morning we strolled over the fields not far from home. It was breezy and cloudy but there was a warmth in the air and the promise of sun filtering through.
The fields are looking wonderful at the moment and the different grasses were swaying in the breeze. We spotted Crowsfoot, Foxtail, Rye Grass and Yorkshire Fog amongst the shimmering, swaying fronds.
A Skylark rose up in the next field and fluttered and sang before it returned to its earth bound nest.
Swallows skimmed across the top of the swaying grass, so quick and purposeful, collecting insects that were invisible to our eyes.
Down the lane the buttercup meadows were breathtaking in their beauty.
On the corner of the buttercup meadow the flag iris spread across the pond adding to the golden glow.
In the hedgerows the Elder bushes were bursting into flower.
We saw many wild flowers too. Some of them below.
It feels like Summer is finally here.