Whose Core?

After a visit to Ferndene Farm shop this morning Jackie drove me into the forest, where, as in Beckley Common Road,

posts protecting verges along lanes are being planted to keep off the eagerly anticipated summer influx of visiting vehicles.

Field horses along this road are already wearing their fly masks protecting eyes and ears from their own less welcome visitors.

I am not sure what crop we can expect to grace this opposite field.

A fairly widespread forest feature is the random apple tree such as these at Thorney Hill,

with its gorse-gold landscapes, and in

Forest Road . We could easily have focussed on many more today. Whenever we do we always speculate on the muncher whose apple core provided the seed for others to enjoy. Was it lobbed from a car?, tossed on a walk?, or chucked from a folding picnic chair?

Forest Road woodland also contains pink-hued hawthorn, otherwise known as may. We are enjoined ‘ne’er [to]cast a clout until May be out’, prompting a time-honoured controversy. A clout is an archaic word for an item of clothing; and cast means shed, as in take off. The proverb refers to putting aside our winter clothing. There is, however, no consensus as to whether the upper case month of May is meant, or the lower case may tree. If the old saw (proverb) refers to May, then ‘be out’ means ‘has ended’; if may, ‘be out’ signifies ‘has bloomed’. This may never be settled. Whichever is correct, today I wore shirt-sleeves, sans undershirt and sans jacket – with neither the English nor the American vest. So, with either interpretation, I have it covered.

Donkeys shedding winter coats cropped the verges on our return road out of Brockenhurst, while ponies kept clear of the tarmac.

This evening we dined on pork spare ribs and Jackie’s savoury rice with which she drank Hoegaarden, Flo drank Kombucha ginger and lemon, and I drank L’Ayrolle Fitou 2019.

Published by derrickjknight

I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.

76 thoughts on “Whose Core?

  1. Such fun to travel the road with you and enjoy the gorse-gold and the may, the horses and my favorite shaggy donkey losing his/her winter coat. Feeling trapped inside today, your post was a god-send! Happy Mother’s Day weekend to Jackie. I hope she feels loved & appreciated.

    1. Thank you for Mothers day wishes dear Jan, and I return them to you knowing you are loved and appreciated you are such a lovely Mum. XX

      1. Ever so grateful to you & Derrick for your friendship. I hope you feel celebrated as a mum today and every day, Jackie! πŸ™πŸ½β€οΈπŸ‘ŒπŸ½

  2. Beautiful landscapes. I particularly like the first gorse landscape with the brooding clouds.
    I’m glad you could cast your clout. 😏 Here today, you’d be adding them.

  3. Beautiful photos as always, Derrick! The poles that were put along the road have me wonder if there’s an easement that would preclude digging the holes and placing the poles there.

    1. I don’t really understand the easement term, John. Whatever the law might say, only physical deterrents would stop visitors from parking on the verges. Thanks very much.

      1. Back in my home state of Michigan, the law states that the county has a 30 foot easment from the centerline of the road, out to 30 feet. That’s all that it means, Derrick.

  4. I think that it may possibly be a visitor to a garden which has eaten an apple off the ground and then provided the seed for a tree. Blackbirds and thrushes will all do this when the apple trees shed some of their bounty on the ground in September/October.

  5. This post makes me think of how much there is to be thankful for – fly masks for horses, the gift of apple trees, beautifully colored blossoms, shaggy donkeys, and ponies playing it safe.

  6. I enjoyed the scenes from your forest drive, Derrick and Jackie. Too bad the flies are bothering the horses and ponies already. I can’t really tell from the photo, but that unidentified crop may be wheat or oats.

    It is interesting how language changes over time, isn’t it? πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you very much, Lavinia. The changes in language are intriguing – none more so in how the US has retained words that we have not – e.g. fall. You may be right about the crop

  7. Is there any sgnificance Derrick, in placing the ‘donkey’ photos immediately below your intriguing explanation paragraph of the term β€˜ne’er [to]cast a clout until May be out’, …

  8. Our Bitou (tickberry) bushes glow a similar yellow to your gorse – a beautiful natural highlighting πŸ™‚ As I enjoy looking into the etymology of words, I loved your stirring up of past and present meaings – and loved the cogitation about the origin of the apple trees!

  9. What beauty you captured!
    You know I always love seeing the donkeys! Oh, good, they are getting ready for warmer climates.

    I think you all had your Mother’s Day in March (???), but we are celebrating today. So I say, Happiness and Joy to Jackie! You are a wonderful mother! πŸ™‚
    πŸ’πŸ’—πŸ§πŸŽ‰πŸŒ·
    And to all the mums in both your families! πŸ™‚

    I enjoy when you teach me about words, their origins, their meanings, their journeys through life. Thank you, Derrick!

    Oh, I love thinking about how trees got their start! Whose core, indeed! πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚

  10. Sheila’s grandparents lived in a house backing on to the railway line near Clapham Junction. She tells me they had a
    veritable orchard of apple trees at the bottom of their garden, none of which her granddad had ever planted. They all came from apple cores thrown from the windows of passing trains. So if your apple trees were anywhere near the route of the old railway line that used to cross the New Forest to Ringwood and beyond, maybe that would be another source of the trees?

  11. I encountered my first biting flies — huge, nasty things capable of drawing blood — a couple of days ago, and thought of your horses and donkeys. Perhaps our fly seasons are somewhat in synch. Thanks to your proverb and your discussion of it, I’ve added a couple more English words to my lexicon!

  12. To earn money between semesters at the university, I worked on a ranch where horses were used to manage cattle herds. My horse, an Arabian gelding named Niran, was tired of being a workhorse and would balk at being ridden in the hot weather. When he balked, he stopped moving and forced me to dismount. This always happened miles from home base, of course! One day, when I was on my forced walk, I noticed a particular kind of biting insect on Niran’s neck. The horses hated them, the cows hated them, and I hated them because they bite people, too! So, empathetically, I swatted the fly on Niran’s neck. From that time on, Niran never made me walk. He discovered I had a practical skill he could make use of. LOL!

  13. Such beautiful landscapes and lovely photos of the animals. I enjoyed the discussion about the proverb. Seems you had nice weather, as well.

  14. It is amazing, Derrick, but this is the second post I’ve read within a week that showed photographs of gorse bushes which I had never seen before. I am so pleased to know what they look like having read all about hiding in them in Enid Blyton’s Famous Five adventure books.

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