It’s been a long-lasting dream of mine to run across a field of dandelions, but it’s rare to find such a thing nowadays. If flowers grow at all on “cultivated” land, most often, this is the time of the first mowing, or those fragile little parachutes simply get swept away by the wind. So I was extraordinarily lucky to find this beautiful patch.
Completing this task with only two runs and not arousing the anger of neighbouring landlords.
The last bumblebees of the day collecting nectar from a nearby tree where I sat to watch the sunset.
We may not see skies so clear again in our lifetime as during this crisis. I hope it helps us to appreciate the things at our hands’ reach more. There is so much beauty right outside our doors…