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Photo-a-Day  (Friday, 5th June, 2020)

Nature Clocked

Nature Clocked
Sumptuous display of seeding Dandelions on Mesnes playing field help frame the Market Hall.

Photo: Steve Carter  (Samsung SM-G930F)
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Comment by: Mick on 5th June 2020 at 06:27

Come on Irene get blowing to see what time it is.

Comment by: irene roberts on 5th June 2020 at 08:07

A nice scene. I like wild flowers, even weeds, and it's odd how so many of them are yellow in Spring and early Summer, echoing the colour of the sun after Winter. Obviously these are over now but still bring pleasure thinking of childhood days when we called them "one-o'-clocks" and blew on them to "tell the time".

Comment by: Anne on 5th June 2020 at 08:21

Different perspective, from a worms eye view. Nice.

Comment by: janet on 5th June 2020 at 09:28

a rare photo from a rare angle good one steve

Comment by: Veronica on 5th June 2020 at 09:55

The problem is that Dandelions choke everything else and the roots go very deep, same with travelling Buttercups all lovely in a meadow though.

Comment by: Garry on 5th June 2020 at 10:23

Yes Dandelions and Buttercups are a nuisance but great for butterflies, bees and insects, to be fair, they look lovely from a distance in a field.

Comment by: Helen of Troy on 5th June 2020 at 10:45

Irene, I remember blowing a dandelion & guessing the time, the things we did !

A photo that brings back memories Steve, lovely.

Comment by: Mick on 5th June 2020 at 11:32

I once made a video of a Dandelion clock being blown


Comment by: Philip G. on 5th June 2020 at 15:05

See the romping Horsetail there ...
Through trotting flowers blown,
A selfish sort if e're there was,
Shall we pro-Kind disown.
Hear a tale of former 'blue'
- right-hander 'Dusty' Gee -
A kind yet rather rambling sort,
One-forty-nine at Tea.
And oh his endless loping stride
Throughout a whitewashed mile,
Four-seconds-off the sooner best,
They surely made us smile.
I'm told he lives not far away,
His tales have gathered pace,
And come in oh-so many forms -
They're read in every place.

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