Woad

Being too soft hearted to thin plants, or even pull out weeds, that grow in my tiny garden leads to some spectacular results, such as this profusion of woad blossom. It's as if the plants have reached their leafy fingers up and  pulled bouquets of  sunshine down from the sky, just to give others the pleasure of looking,  without being scorched or blinded. I can sit and drink early morning coffee and just stare at them.