“Some Wet Things”

Throughout the day the promised rain fell steadily.

Early this evening we experienced a power cut for a couple of hours. The meat was in the oven; nothing worked; because of lockdown no alternative eating establishments were open; I had not prepared a post.

Fortunately the Culinary Queen had stocked up yesterday on salads and cold meats and had hard boiled a couple of eggs this morning. We therefore dined comfortably on an uncooked meal while watching Nugget swooping onto his feeder and making off with mouthfuls.

I finished reading Anthony Trollope’s “Framley Parsonage”, and will report on that tomorrow.

Also fortunately the Assistant Photographer had toured the garden earlier in the day to “photograph some wet things”.

Here they are. Notice all the raindrops. I trust the pictures can speak for themselves because I am knackered.





  1. I can hear those bluebells squeak as they do when wet and you walk on them. The wisteria reminds me of my father for which I thank the Assistant Photographer. And you, I thank for dolling out a post so late in your day. The rain glistened plants are a joy to behold.

  2. Thank goodness for the redoubtable Mrs Knight! I hope the roast was saved! There’s something particularly appealing about spring rain on spring flowers! We are just back from our walk in the particularly wet rain that arrives here along with Autumn. It’s an easterly wind – the wind begins life as a southerly, swoops over the Pacific up from the Antarctic and as it hits South America, bounces back towards us carrying all that ice and water and spraying it down on us. This rain enters every little gap in coat and boots and hat and soaks down to the skin. Arriving home, despite heavy duty rain gear and boots and dog well wrapped as well requires a complete towel down and for me dry clothing. Siddy just feels a bit damp for a bit until he warms up ๐Ÿ™‚ I much prefer to walk in spring rain!

  3. The photos DO speak for themselves and they are speaking beautifully! Oh, the raindrops adorning the flora! Amazing photos, Jackie! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you for sharing them with us! ๐Ÿ™‚

    A meal and a show! How wonderful that Nugget entertained you while you dined! A meal and a show reminds me of dinner theaters or Las Vegas! HA! ๐Ÿ˜›

    Sorry to hear about the power outage. UGHS ๐Ÿ™

    Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Some people, like flowers, give pleasure, just by being.”
    That describes Derrick and Jackie! ๐Ÿ™‚

    (((HUGS))) for the UGHS! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Jackie is giving you a run for your money with these photos. The way that little boy sculpture has his had, it’s as if he’s saying, “uh-oh, what have I done? Am I in trouble for that?”

  5. Everything looks fresh and beautiful, Derrick and Jackie! Jackie – I loved your photos! We did not get out rain here, just a hint of it. Forecasters are calling for 50% chance of rain on Saturday. We need it now, for sure.

  6. That orange and purple pansy made me think of Mardi Gras. As usual, there’s no way to chose a single favorite, but that last photo is wonderfully appealing — both the colors and the structure of the leaves.

  7. Jackie’s morning photos superbly show how the raindrops enhance the different colour shades of your beautiful garden Derrick….

    1. We are fine, Lisa. As we have no gas, running out of electricity last night was a nuisance, but we survived. I hope you are all OK, too. Thanks very much.

  8. Some wet things turned out to be very interesting and a vast range of colours furnished by flowers and leaves and trees. Thanks for the brunch! I am waiting for the instalment from Mr Trollope.

  9. Jackie’s pictures certainly did speak for themselves. They told a tale of hard work and enormous pride in your beautiful garden of England. ๐Ÿ™‚

  10. You had rain! Iโ€™m so envious – and I never thought Iโ€™d feel such after a winter of drizzle and downpours ๐Ÿ˜‰

  11. I always enjoy your beautiful flowers Derrick, but there is something more delightful when you capture the raindrops, it seems to bring their beauty and reality alive, cheers.

  12. Yes, the pictures can speak for themselves! They’re lovely. In conjunction with the title of the post, they brought to mind Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem “Pied Beauty.”

  13. The assistant has caught up with the master Derrick. These photos of the flowers are superb. Sorry you had a power outage. I am yet to experience that here. In India it was a regular thing and I was there for 6 months.

    1. She’s only Assistant in name – she has more talent than I do and doesn’t do much photography. So pleased you don’t have outage to contend with as well as everything else. Thanks very much, Geetha

      1. Welcome Derrick. Yes, it was a joke as I saw other photography she made which was beautiful. Thanks, I have much to be grateful for.

  14. Derrick, I looked up knackered and as a verb, it makes good sense. But, look up โ€˜knackerโ€™ as a noun and it quite different.

      1. Itโ€™s lucky that I can make it to the woods and back, with kiddies in tow, within the allotted exercise hour! As we get our stamina & speed up, weโ€™re getting a little further every day ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

  15. Oh well done, well done Jackie! These are lovely, some simply stunning. And you have an artist’s eye as well as Derrick, I can see, because some of these are cropped so nicely. Love the tulips bending in front of the rocks. The wisteria is gorgeous. The close ups with all the saturated colours in the saturated day are beautiful. What a tour. Thank you.

  16. Itโ€™s sweet how you and Jackie make the most of your days; regardless of what setbacks they may bring. Dry or wet, your garden is breathtaking! Always thankful to see your flowers; even though youโ€™re knackered out afterwards. No pain; no gain. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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