Greens of the fields

This morning I went to the new library in St Dizant to change my books, and as it's actually summer now, went on Broomstick.

It's such fun at the moment, before it gets too high on the UV index or too mosquito-infested to enjoy a saunter around the countryside. Every time I go out, the fields have changed. The wheat is various shades of yellow, some looking close to harvest-time; the maize and sunflowers contrast with their different takes on what is an appropriate green for a fast-growing plant (sunflower leaves are a deep yellowish green, while maize leaves have a blue tinge). The vines have all their new growth in a light green. They practise rotation of crops here, so the big field to the left which was sunflowers last year is wheat this year; one would think that wheat would look less interesting, but a wide strip next to the lane has been left unsown, and it's full of wild flowers. And, of course, butterflies; butterflies were hard-hit by the repeated winter and not many survived in Europe, so each sighting is a joy.