M is for meadows

I know that tomorrow is going to be a mother of a day, so time to get ahead with my M…. a day in July last year, when an invitation arrived to go out to lunch.

I arrived terribly late and we wandered out into my friend’s meadow. Formerly a patch of industrial agriculture in Essex.  Bought by her and reclaimed as woodland and meadow.  Each year the recipe of wildflower plants gets richer and richer.  A picnic was hidden in the middle of a patch of vetch.  A day to remember for ever.