Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Friday, 20 June 2014

Flora

Back on the Teesdale Way after three months and whereas fauna was the highlight of the last leg (the Dinsdale Deer) now, in flaming June, flora took centre stage with meadow flowers - red poppies, yellow wort (possibly St John’s), little pink ones and spindly purple orchid-like ones – chest high in places; all very pretty but also rampant were the nettles, thistles and giant hogweed, the latter warranting notices that helpfully warn of the dire consequences of contact but less helpfully say nothing about the smaller versions – are they not giant (and so harmless) or giant but not fully grown (and so still dangerous), we will never know unless tomorrow my nettle stings are supplemented by hogweed blisters.

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