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Goodness, but it's been glorious out there in the parish lately.The combination of all that heavy rain earlier in the year - and the spell of cloudless skies and midsummer heat in late April - resulted in a virulent verdancy I've never seen before.What did the poet say? The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foilDancersend was incandescent last week.And then, the other day, driving past the station and through those four or five fields of rape (such an unfortunate name) I was floored, overawed, by the flaming fluorescence of yellow stretching out in every direction as far as the eye could see. A vibrancy of hue I've never seen before. This photo - of a different field, at a less bright time of day - doesn't nearly do it justice. And of course the bluebell woods - again, so hard to capture on camera, the gaseousness of that peak-bloom purple haze. But I've gushed about this time of year in England before. So - even though the birdsong…

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