This morning, before the grey clouds swept in, I spent an hour of solitude deep in the woods. In parts the bracken is now waist high, a veritable jungle for the dogs! Occasionally, we happened upon a small clearing where the woodland ground-flora was star of the show. I was particularly taken by these nettles clasped in a warm embrace at the break of day.
'Have I interrupted their private dance or is this just a trick of my imagination?' I wondered. I'm sure that the botanists will have a scientific explanation, but sometimes a thought captures us just long enough to dream! For me, it is at these moments of surrender that creativity flows...
