And the meadow keeps meadowing along

So, the pomp and pageantry of the Olympics has just about settled for 2012 and a funny thing is happening; people are still trying to generate news and debate around the Olympics and, I suppose, this will continue for some time, except now comes the criticism, the issues debate. The money issue, the doping issue, the several-countries-churning-out-pro-athletes issue, the list is practically endless with everyone making some point or another.In the meantime, the meadow has grown, bloomed, fruited and seeded and is carrying on as though nothing really matters very much.So another Olympic games has been played and won in London but also here in the meadow.The Olympic rings are still hanging under Tower Bridge. In the meadow the Teasel is sporting its own rings for so many peacock butterflies.So many gold medals for many deserving athletes, so many golden flowers on the ragwort.So many billions have been dispersed in London, here, in Northmoor, so many elder seed heads waiting for goldfinches to disperse the seeds.And it’s all been a terrific experience. I’ve loved every minute of the Olympics just as much as I’ve loved every minute of the meadow this summer.And in the end, after the pomp and pageantry dies down, there still will be time for another soft shower of thistle seeds on the wind.Closing the gap; thought about and photographed for the meadow but also for the Wordpress Weekly Writing Challenge: Mind the Gap.