Rhythms within us, in movement around us and in the patterns in nature..
Poem: Perspective without any point in which it might vanish
by Jane Hirshfield from her book The Beauty.
Each dil picked one flower as long as there were many, to bring to the Barn after our hour amongst the flowers. Flowers chosen were common sorrel (male & female), yellow rattle, red campion, oxeye daisy. Using The Observer Book of Wild Flowers 1965