I really have no idea how people who post daily manage it. Three days and I’m close to quitting. I had a day at home today (public holiday) and it got to 1740 hours and I had not turned on the computer. This is a wonderful thing in our household, when usually, (if we are at home) my, his and our computers all get turned on close to first thing in the morning (yes, all three; we have a fourth, too, but that’s upstairs and for I don’t know what kind of special things because only my partner uses that one).
No, we’re not geeks.
Oh, wait. Yes we are.
But I digress. Back to flowers.
Heather is one of the flowers I associate with English summer. It covers entire hillsides near where I live, such that all one sees is acres of pink. Up close, the individual flowers are cute little bells in neat rows along each stem, and awfully difficult to photograph especially if there is a breeze, which, being England, there almost always is.
I took the below photo because the rock resembled a happy guinea pig, sniffing away at the glorious scent of heather.