Green thoughts

 It was a day for harvesting (broad beans, raspberries, red currants), then taking a selection to a widower who lives alone (and was one of those responsible for planting the cherry tree, and others, mentioned in my previous blip.) 
We continued up the lane to the hillside above and along the path through the bracken where the dog, seeking rabbits, became marooned on the wrong side of a fence.

Emerging on the mountain road viewpoint where local blipper Ted3 often takes striking panoramic shots we made our way back to the village.

I noticed  beside the road a profusion of fluffy seedheads the identity of which he  has queried. My suggestion is Common Cat's Ear (Hypochaeris radicata) although it''s notoriously difficult to distinguish the many composite flowers of this type.

Enough of the science...

A green thought

Say instead it was an evening in head-high
bracken with its smell of dark and medicine.
Thinking green of the infecting fern  
                              
where you may crouch and not be known,
lodging your feet for good amid the stalks.
A bower is a dwelling place or once it was

a cage for pent-up singing birds. 
Look down to see the warp and weft of root.
All the world is in these clutches.      
                  
Look up to clock the fern’s drab underneath
blotched with spores you mustn’t breathe.
Breathe in deep. There’s nowhere else to live.

By Katherine Towers

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/nov/14/poem-week-katharine-towers-flower-remedies-ts-eliot-prize-shortlisted-collection