A moment seized

One morning in the week, I walked into the garden to hang out some washing, but just stood staring at this view for ages. With the morning sun behind me, the geraniums in the tiny wildflower meadow were at their optimal zingiest and nicely framed by a couple of fuchsias. The distant pastures were aglow with the yellow of buttercups, a sliver of sea in the bay - just observable - was reflecting the azure blue of the heavens, a few clouds added to the skyscape and some tall grass stems wafted gently to and fro in the breeze. Laundry temporarily forgotten, I nipped back indoors for a camera to capture the scene, as surely, surely, someone will purchase this garden house soon and this is how I want to remember it.

It turned out to be the last of the summery days of June as, after that, the winds went around to the west, bringing more unsettled weather with showers and general breeziness.

And by evening, the local farmer had cut and baled the buttercup meadows for hay and silage, so the timing of the photograph was most opportune.