A stiff breeze set our flaming foliage flickering in the strong morning sunlight casting shifting shadows. As I gently ambled around, I pulled the calf of my dodgy leg. Following the last two stormy days, I now have another excuse for avoiding weeding.
The beech is now fully plumed;
as are the Japanese maples;
and the prunus pissardi
to which a few stubborn cherries cling, reflecting glints of light.
Only a few minutes after I discovered that my shot of a hot heuchera was out of focus, the sun had moved on to a slightly cooler one. (please Mr. WordPress, you should know by now that when I type ‘heuchera’ I don’t mean ‘heaters’).
Later there were more clouds and less sun. I sat outside for a while, which was rather disappointing for the starlings who would fly towards their nest behind our kitchen fascia board, and, noticing my presence, do a mid-air about-turn and wait patiently on one tree or another wondering what to do next.
Here are three of the prints from 1985 that I scanned today:
Lousia’s attention wandered a bit in this one.
Jessica and I and our children spent several holidays at Instow with her brother Henry, sister-in-law Judith and their two children Lucy and Nick. On an early one of these, that same year, we drove somewhere in Devon, where Jessica’s cousin was a vet. I don’t remember the name of the village where we enjoyed a summer fete, but I did record the event at which
Sam was so transfixed by a Punch and Judy show, that his attention was also diverted, from his apple.
At Louisa’s third birthday party at Gracedale Road, Matthew enjoyed amusing the children.
This evening I tucked into the scrumptious cottage pie that Jackie had left me, adding green beans and cauliflower.