A Time of Heavy Green

In the last few weeks the countryside has blossomed.  The hedges have thickened and gone shaggy, the grasses we have left in the garden are a foot tall.  All the trees on the hill are now in full leaf, even the ash trees which were the last to bud.  There is a heavy green darkness to this time of year which I love, reminding me of overgrown verges, linear meadows, unvisited wild spaces; perhaps the contrast between this benign neglect and the hard road surfaces is the same as the contrast between summer heat and summer cool, urban heat and urban wild space, hot/cool dark/light on a landscape scale.   I must find a way of recording this visually.

The rain has eased but the air is full of water, the garden still, the only sound a tap-tap-tap of water on a metal cover somewhere.