
blackthorn in profusion, for a black day, and the sycamore leaves are coming.



I don't know why it should be poeticus, certainly not for Wordsworth.

Unfortunately there are zillions of different types of grass, and only experts who eat sleep and drink them (eg horses, cows) know them all. This is some sort of sedge (probably, dope)

They look like little chinese lanterns when they catch the light.












I notice that psychiatrists have no collective noun, thinking about the boss I am going to suggest either a talk or a shrink of psychiatrists or a failure or a section (I like that one) (and before anyone else makes any funny cracks, a wonder of lurchers).



