The world from my window

And the big farm machinery rumbles through The Enchanted Village, big fat trailer tyres squishing over the kerbs as they march on to make more silage. The fields are white and fuzzy where pussy willow down has wafted across and trapped itself in a carpet of green grass. Dandelion clocks have been sliced through by council contractors cutting the verges and the air is full of wispy seeds drifting to who knows where.For the first time in months, we have had very hot sunshine and it has taken us all by surprise. It arrived not long after the Olympic Torch, which is making its way around the country. If you are at all interested, you can see it here, courtesy of the BBC. I am disappointed the torch is put into a vehicle on the quieter stretches of its long route. It feels to me like cheating, especially as Mr Grigg was not chosen as a torch bearer. It's like doing a marathon and taking time out for lunch. However, I digress. In the warmth about to hit us (as I write this, ...

Outside the house of the suspected doggers, there is a discarded rubber glove and bits of of old tissue. Just down the road, the bronze nymph statue glints in the morning sun. Next door at Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie's, the house martins are in and out, in and out, feeding their squealing young. Up in the the field, curious young heifers and steers creep up behind dog walkers and shout: 'Moo!' All through the night, the tractors and trailers have been hard at work, trundling through the village with heavy loads of silage. They have been harvesting like ants, bringing in the silage before the rains come. A faint hum on the hillside - both in noise and smell - and lights like alien spaceships landing on Bluebell Hill. The maize begins to shoot on its long journey to becoming higher than an elephant's eye. Oh what a beautiful morning. That's about it. Love Maddie x