Walking along the lane next to my father’s house, I was enjoying all the wild flowers at the side of the road. This brought back memories of when I first got into walking and bought Collin’s Book Of Wild Flowers in an attempt to learn their names.
I never managed this and have always felt a bit of a failure as a result.
But who cares what they are called? Just enjoy them. Perhaps all the more for not having slapped a label on them!