The hellebores are flowering now, hidden in the corner, and we all walk past them, without taking them in, so this afternoon, as I often do, I picked a few, and put them into a glass bowl full of water in the sunshine.
We are lucky in comparison with so many other places in the UK, in that we don’t have flooding just where I live. But the fields and woods are saturated and squelchy underfoot.
Without much enthusiasm this morning, before the next forecast rain due in about 11 am, I pulled on my walking boots and wrapped a scarf around my neck.
I didn’t have to go far before I stuffed my gloves into the pockets of my jacket, and pulled out the camera
The old man’s beard is so noticeable at this time of the year catching whatever light there is, and shining against the drab hedgerows even on a dull day. Continue reading “Rain rain go to Spain”
We have had very mild weather in the UK, temperature wise, despite all the bluster and buckets of rain. So it was rather refreshing to have a beautifully frosted morning yesterday, especially as I had an old friend visiting from Melbourne. We walked around Blenheim and the years of separation slipped away. We met in 1987 while working in Mildura, Victoria for six months, and again once about 10 years ago when we stayed with him in Melbourne.
Living in Oxfordshire as I do, I don’t often see the sea, but as it happens, here I am, up on the Wirral with a borrowed camera – and yesterday I had the opportunity to visit West Kirby where the usually calm marine lake has been spewing sea weed up onto the prom railings.
And the waves were wetting the pavement… they had closed the road. Continue reading “The sea, the sea”
Two chicken breast and four hungry people to feed.
Luckily the chicken breasts were large ones, so I felt I could conjure up a meal for four without resorting to the supermarket dash after a day in the garden, hedge trimming and tidying up. My back is tired – I couldn’t face Sainsco’s or Tescrose or even Waitburys.
Opium poppies pop up in my garden, unbidden. There are not many… well not enough for anyone to make a crop of the seeds anyway, nor to extract anything else from them….but they are rather beautiful in their papery fragility and they come up in serendipitous positions, along with the unexpected self seeded fennel, Aquilegia and foxgloves. There are of course other less welcome self seeded plants… but judicious weeding could sort them out – one day.
Now I’m off to trim the hedge. I may be gone sometime.
A view of the foxgloves in the Botanic Gardens taken last weekend.
‘Sky blue pink, with yellow spots‘ was one of those saying Ma used to come out with, which tries to describe a fantasy colour…
what were your favourite ‘old sayings’ of your parents era?
… there’s just a week to go for submissions on this photo competition. As there has been only one contribution so far you stand an excellent chance of a place!
Here they are Val….
I have been looking out for patterns in every day things in response to the current photo competition
“…the theme for the next competition is simply that: ‘Patterns.’ No queensbury rules for this one, it’s rough and tumble, anything goes – in other words, images may be manipulated in any way wished to produce the effect desired by the entrant.”
A few years a go my Cyclo man came home with a new waste paper bin for the newly furnished office, made of that fine metal mesh that was particularly popular at the time. Continue reading “Distortion”