The view out to Dartmoor this morning, over massed umbellifers:
We found an unsupervised houndy-person, with a glint in his eye. I recognised that glint, and collared him. Sure enough, his panting owner soon came looking for him. There were a lot of tiny tormentil flowers in the grass - surely more than were showing their faces last week in the rain. They always make me think of elanor, the sun-star in the grass of Lorien.
We went to the pond. Some of us wallowed. (nobody swam though. Sighthounds don't really do swimming)
It's amazing how it gets so hot so quickly, even though the puddles from the rain were still lying on the path.
By this time we were hot, so we retreated to the shady grass under a tree. The grass was still wet with dew, which was welcome.
Someone decided that the camera really should be pointed at him, not Az.
I love Az's face in this last one. Good Grief, he is clearly thinking.
The foxgloves are almost over now, but there are flowers still left at the tops of their spikes
And everywhere there are flowering grasses waving and turning the country pinkish-gold.