“Where’s Derrick?”

Knowing that the temperature would drop and the leaden canopy overhead become a leaky colander throughout the day, we held back Jackie’s sunlit images from yesterday afternoon. She had transformed this second footpath across the Rose Garden from a few days ago to this, having also re-fixed the windblown mirror to the back fence. The poppiesContinue reading ““Where’s Derrick?””

Cold Soup

Jackie took advantage of the early morning sunlight to photograph a variety of colourful daffodils; a striking range of hellebores; a bee probing pulmonaria; my dwarf azalea, still thriving after twenty years and several moves; pale yellow primroses and their brighter primula relatives; mahonias, companula, wood anemones, summer snowflakes; and burgeoning tulips blending with lightContinue reading “Cold Soup”

A More Manageable Garden

Our own garden is rather more manageable for dodgy knees than yesterday’s veritable undulating park. I took an amble around it this afternoon. Jackie thought that this very small daffodil, in one of the stone troughs resting on the front wall, had come up blind. In fact it has bloomed later than most. Behind theContinue reading “A More Manageable Garden”

The Big Beast Barrier

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. Today, Jackie did a massive shop and I shifted a little more compost. Fluttering about the garden is what I think is, despite its yellow colouring, an Orange tip butterfly which stubbornly refuses to stop and pose. Instead this one held a mask of Honesty. This dwarf azalea is one thatContinue reading “The Big Beast Barrier”

Memory Is Not Neat And Tidy

On a warm, sunny, morning, my feeble contribution to the gardening was to bag up a pile of rubble; and to transport earth from elsewhere with which to fill in the hole left by the removal of the pool in a wheelbarrow. Jackie continued with the weeding and planting, and this afternoon I did aContinue reading “Memory Is Not Neat And Tidy”

Fifty Years After The Party

Today was polling day. Junk mail is a fact of life. I understand that it doesn’t take many punters for the cost of sending out such paper material by the normal postal system to be recouped. Recipients can, however, just bin it. Cold telephone calling is more annoying, because you have to get out of your chair and answerContinue reading “Fifty Years After The Party”

A Postcard

My bereaved sister-in-law Frances, is working her way through the unenviable task of sorting through Chris’s effects. This means that some treasures come my way. None more amazing than the postcard she sent me this morning. The stamp on this missive I mailed to my family when we were still living at Stanton Road, shows that firstContinue reading “A Postcard”

Putting Readers In The Picture

Some of my more recent followers were rather shocked by yesterday’s post. Those who have read my offerings over a longer period will possibly have been prepared by ‘My Branch Of The Family Tree’. It may now be worth explaining that the production of ‘Becky’s Book of Seasons’ was one way of dealing with my grief.Continue reading “Putting Readers In The Picture”

Close Encounters Of The Asinine Kind

Although The Needles lighthouse fog warning could still be heard, last night’s mist eventually cleared from Downton to reveal a splendid warm and sunny day, on the morning of which my garden meandering revealed: a forsythia, and, now budding, the azalea transported from Sutherland Place. Cherry blossom can now me seen emerging from the NorthContinue reading “Close Encounters Of The Asinine Kind”

Diversions

Early morning light on the garden was most enticing today. We have eagerly awaited the emergence of the splendid red poppies from their hairy chrysalises: The first picture in this post shows part of the brick path at the back of the house, and demonstrates its need for weeding. Following my effort with the patio two daysContinue reading “Diversions”