Decaying Forestation

On this third afternoon of continuous blue sky and bright sunshine the waxing moon looked down early over Christchurch Road as we left home on a forest drive, and over Rhinefield Ornamental Drive as we made for home. Wilverley Plain’s gorse-laden landscape and ponies already bore the touch of the approaching sunset. A group ofContinue reading “Decaying Forestation”

Changing By The Second

Wild wind howled and piercing precipitation rattled the roof throughout the night and well into the morning. Jackie photographed and I e-mailed this image of crooked hand from our 200 year old long case clock to Martin Fairhurst of Dials in Lymington who will repair it. Even with the bend the clock keeps perfect timeContinue reading “Changing By The Second”

After His Bath

Today’s brisk north east wind carried a much cooler breeze than the sunshine promised. Fooled by this deception we took a circuitous route taking in Keyhaven Harbour at low tide on our way home. Some moored boats sat on dry land; others, with buoys bobbed on the rippling shallow surfaces while winds whistled through theirContinue reading “After His Bath”

“Where’s Jackie?”

Jackie spent much of the day tending to her hanging baskets and other containers, while I wandered about dead-heading and picking up debris for the compost bin. I did, of course, have my camera handy. We have two new poppy varieties on display. One is Californian; the other I cannot name because it is aContinue reading ““Where’s Jackie?””

Cawing For His Mum

I delayed my walk around the garden until later this afternoon, hoping to take advantage of the light. Almost as soon as I had photographed this budding heuchera and this camellia bloom toning into graceful age, the skies closed the curtains, silhouetting the Weeping birch branches. I continued photographing a range of daffodils; another somewhatContinue reading “Cawing For His Mum”

Their Hay Day

Today was dull and dry. This morning Jackie photographed a great tit in the garden. After lunch she drove us to Helen and Bill’s home in Fordingbridge. My sister-in-law was returning two grandchildren to their parents; we stayed chatting with Bill for a while and drank his coffee. We left birthday presents for Helen, then tookContinue reading “Their Hay Day”

A Quarrel Of Sparrows

Stealth bombers dominate our front garden feeders. Silently they crowd the seed provider, with a considerable amount of spillage cleared up by robin Ron for whom this particular container was provided, and larger birds like blackbirds and woodpigeons. The voracious field sparrows dart onto any vacant perch. They engage in fearsome face-offs. Spreading or violentlyContinue reading “A Quarrel Of Sparrows”

Have I Found A Redshank?

We enjoyed another very hot temperature with clear, pale blue, skies today. In the garden bees laboured on rudbeckia; Small White butterflies were ubiquitous; sun produced X-ray images of such as hollyhocks and pelargoniums; and cart wheels spoke to the low bark of the eucalyptus. I wandered around for a while. As usual, titles mayContinue reading “Have I Found A Redshank?”

Clustered Together

The rain having subsided this morning, Nugget emerged from his wet-day quarters to assist Jackie in thinning out the Oval Bed. As the Head Gardener clipped away at spent stems and leaves her little friend entomophagous friend, eyes everywhere, pounced with deadly aim on disturbed insects. After lunch, I retouched the last three of myContinue reading “Clustered Together”