Weekend readers' in pictures: softness

We often go to “Hills and Holes Nature Reserve” at Barnack, near Stamford. It’s a medieval quarry where stones were dug for the local cathedrals. Being limestone, it has a succession of interesting flowers and insects through the seasons, starting at Easter with the Pasque flowers. When we visited in May, the flowers were almost all gone but the soft, fluffy seed-heads were wonderful. We had been photographing man orchids in the low, evening light when we came upon this dancing patch of pasques against the light. It was quite windy so they aren’t perfectly sharp; just fluffy and soft Photograph: James Stevenson

My son Lukas gawping at the first snow of a random April day. His fluffy unkempt hair summed up the mood that morning; one of those stay-in-and-do-nothing days where everything feels soft Photograph: Michael Nollet

I came across this dog whilst in Chatuchak market, Bangkok. Obviously a soft dog in more ways than one! Photograph: Sarah Perry

Soft light in the early morning at Canary Wharf, on my way to work Photograph: Angus Stewart

This is a picture taken of my daughter, Lili. I snapped her as she dreamily stared at a blank piece of paper waiting for some inspiration. I hope I have managed to capture her baby soft skin and dreamy demeanour in this photograph Photograph: Charlotte Cooper

This fenland field was transformed by flood water and fog into a surreal landscape Photograph: Gill Parrish/Gill Parrish

An early spring sun. The shadow of a still bare tree. A last fallen leaf. And grass still unmown Photograph: Hans Hoekveld

Everything about this suggested softness to me - the muted colours, the textures of the cat's fur and bedding, and the look of total relaxation Photograph: Terry Robinson

'Fairies' in the garden at my parents house last week. Drifts of them had formed - I'm not usually one for pretty photos but I was quite taken by them Photograph: Penelope Thomas

This picture was taken during one of my regular trips to the local park one early morning. The thick mist made everything seem much more quiet and softer. I was lucky to have had my camera with me at the time and of course my Wellingtons as I had to walk through the muddy football pitches to get the angle right Photograph: Mehrdad Salimi-Tabar