Down by the mill pond

Like a giant tungsten light tracing the contours of the mill pond sides, sun-rays move across the terrain and the grasses comes alive. Then my eyes follow as passing clouds cause parts to drift into shade. Trees sway erratically as the strong north-westerly winds blow – their branches (barely in leaf) dappling the waters below.

Wildlife is intermittent, except for small birds tweeting, unseen. A queen wasp, solitary and suffering from the cold spring day, attempts in a rather sleepy state to find some warmth. Soon she will go about finding a suitable place for her new colony.