Cows On Midsummer Common

Closeup of cow on Midsummer Common

If you have looked at my photos of the cows on Midsummer Common here in Cambridge, you probably don’t realise how close to the houses the cows can be. So this is to correct that.

Of course, I didn’t shoo the cows over there. They just happened to be at this side of the Common. I singled this one out because it caught the rays of the sun so well. That chestnut brown is wonderful, isn’t it.

In case you think this is way out in the countryside, this is less than 500 yards as the crow flies from the centre of Cambridge.

Cow on Midsummer Common


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Age Cannot Wither Her

Open chrysanthemum flower with bud next to it

Snapping photos with my compact camera as I walked along the street, I came upon this chrysanthemum. It and its neighbour were the only flowers in a scrappy flower bed, hard up against the wall of a building, a little golden beauty.

I saw the raggedy edges of the outer petals with the flower past its prime. And I thought how lovely the flower was, raggedy edges or not.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety

Said by Enobarbus about Cleopatra and her infinitely interesting character and moods, in Shakespeare’s Antony And Cleopatra Act 2, scene 2

And here is the neighbouring flower:

chrysanthemum flower