First Cut is the Deepest in My Green Green Grass of Home

Now you may think I have totally lost the plot with an image of grass! But I was looking out of the window wondering whether I could bring myself to cut the grass – the first cut of the year.

It seemed sacrilege to ruin the beauty of the delicately fine new growth with its softness and fine young tips as it danced in the wind. It will never look this way again, well until next spring. Even the intensity of the lime green colour will have lost its edge (no pun intended) after the first cut.

But if it gets too long the mower will refuse to comply.

So I hit a compromise.

I left the most beautiful patches intact along with the clumps of wild flowers scattered all over the garden. I cannot bear to cut these down, they add such colour and beauty, the bees love them and smaller birds seem to find things to eat within them.

So there you have it – my Green Green Grass of Home lovingly appreciated once again, for my contribution to Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar), thanks Narami.

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Broken – Rusty Old Gate

I love broken things. I think I missed my vocation in life, I should have set up a junk yard. I can see potential uses for most things and always enjoyed the challenge of repairing something.

This old rusty gate has seen better days. It gave up the ghost of its past life a number of years ago but has been given another role – of keeping the sheep out!

I love the contrast of the rusty metal against the old stone wall with the patches of lichens to brighten it up, all set in a sea of green.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Broken.”