June is the month when the meadows seem to overflow with colour.
The golden carpet above is all buttercups and they glow in the misty, thundery light.
This meadow must have dozens of different varieties of flowers and they form a more subtle tapestry.
I've been intrigued by the swathe of pink in a field alongside the A36 just past Wilton. Today I turned down a bumpy little track and went exploring. The pink is a mass of Campion flowers- red, pink and white. It is a breath-taking sight.
I can now boast that I have my own meadow. For some time, with the help of a gardening friend, I have been creating a tiny orchard at the bottom of my narrow terrace garden and have planted wild flowers and grasses beneath the trees. To some it might seem an over-gown muddle but to me it is utterly enchanting.
I will write a proper piece about my little orchard. It is a magical transformation from the bare earth of two years ago.
I love the abundance of June in England.