a dew-spangled morning; at last the chilly north wind has gone round and the air feels soft.

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green banks misted with dew in the damp air early this morning, barley whiskers smoothed down all across the field.

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we took a route through the edge of the wood which was probably a much used path once; now only the deer wander through, criss-crossing it with their trails, and their hoofprints where the ground is damp.

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blueish purple bugle spikes are everywhere, but the nettle-leaved bell flowers will over grow them later. many windows to the world of light and fields outside the wood give pale views of wheat on each side.

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along the wood-shore red campion jostles with nettles, mares tail, docks, jack-by-the-hedge, cow parsley, willowherb and maybe enchanter’s nightshade.

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and in the hedgerow of Clip Street a pretty white star petalled flower, which turns out, as far as I can make out, to be chickweed.

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amongst the herbs and grasses of this enclosure date wide verge, it looks like some flower of ancient meadows.

there is also red clover

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and buttercups, ablaze and fearless where they will never be sprayed with weedkiller.

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and I am putting this green glaze in here, because tonight I packed this pot away to go to the Bircham Gallery in Holt, and I wanted to keep a record of the way the glaze came out on that particular pot in that particular firing. It was in April; the jade green has broken up into chestnut brown and crystalline markings, and it was quite a high temperature firing, cone 11 and higher, but I think not as much as reduction as the last two this month.

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