I have not written a post on the lane for quite a while I realise. At the moment I am working on my next novel set , for the most part in 17th century Scotland, and the characters tend to pull me in their lives. There is a great deal of research involved and it is a fascinating period in history. The story will focus on three areas on the east coast that I know well — Edinburgh, Dundee and Findhorn.
It is a still morning on the lane, very quiet and still.One of those. mornings when there is an energy that suggests anything is possible. The mill stream is quietly making its way down the hill while more and more branches of new growth hazel and sycamore are reaching over and into it, making it almost invisible in some places.
Shades of white, cream and pale pink fill the sides of the lane where cow parsley is dancing up the lane and is now being joined by hogweed and elderflower blossom. Closer to the ground, among the grasses and rocks, shining cranesbill and ragged robin are still flowering. Lesser stitchwort with its tiny white flower in comparison to the greater stitchwort is appearing as is the ragged robin and figwort with its tiny colourful flowers.
It will be the Summer Solstice on Monday and the field roses are now hanging in garlands around field edges as though in celebration. I hope the weather will remember its supposed to be midsummer!
And a cinnabar moth suddenly appears!