Penarth’s Wild Flowers

There’s a saying I love this time of year; “The earth laughs with flowers.”  Well, Penarth is currently giggling with the prettiest crop of wildflowers I’ve ever seen.  There’s something lovely about dropping seeds in a patch of dirt and just letting them grow wild.  Someone once told me that when their grandfather died he’d asked that his ashes be mixed with wildflower seeds and then fired out of a cannon into the field behind his house.  Although they found it a bit bizarre and I think almost disrespectful at the time when summer eventually swung around and the field “laughed with flowers” it became a sweet reminder that reappeared every year after.  I love that. 🙂