Wild flowers

Normally I charge through the churchyard at a rate of knots as it is right at the end of the walk. Accompanied by a very bored dog, I got down on my knees (appropriately enough, I suppose) and looked at the flowers.


A violet - I think possibly a cultivated and not a wild variety. The first photograph went wrong but I prefer it to the one which went right.

Have not the faintest clue what this is, though I ought to know. I actually thought it was groundsel, but then found that was something completely different, and not even the same colour.

Shepherd's Purse.

Red dead nettle.


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