A full moon to the south, sunset in the west, and a shady man on a bench being moonstruck.
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And then the sweet scent of Lady’s Bedstraw which this year has colonized much of the hill, pushing out the orchids…
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And then some views of Wenlock’s hay-cut fields between the moonrise and the sunset…
Photography-wise, you could say this is a case of learning from one’s subject.
Anyone who joined me on last week’s walk around Windmill Hill, will probably know that this drift of yellow is commonly known as Lady’s bedstraw or Lady’s tresses (Galium verum). When dried it smells of freshly mown hay, and so was once added to mattresses. Given these supine associations it seemed fitting that the only way to capture its essence was to lie down with it in the grass.
And lying down certainly reduces operator wobble, although there wasn’t much I could do about the summer breeze. So I caught that too. And since I have yet to devise a ‘scratch and sniff’ widget, you must now use your imagination to summon a fragrance with subtle notes of gardenia plus a dash of fresh acacia honey. Mmmm. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a snooze coming on, borne away on a tsunami of sweet, golden, flowers. Happy dreams.
copyright 2015 Tish Farrell
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