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?”

The Garden Wept

Hanging its head, the garden wept early this morning; to brighten later; albeit with less than entirely dry cheeks. Bees basked on sunlit blooms; as did butterflies like this Red Admiral on the lobelia. Jackie’s planting of phlox in the West Bed brought her little robin, Nugget, out in search of goodies. “Where’s Nugget?” (6)Continue reading “The Garden Wept”

Our Industrial Past

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. I forgot to mention yesterday that when I returned home I found that my cheque from Laithwaite’s had been delivered. The Félicité Perpétue rose in the front garden has been sending thorny tentacles across the drive. This morning I restrained them with green wire. Alongside the marguerites that accompanyContinue reading “Our Industrial Past”

Hammock And Hollyhock

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. This morning we shopped at Lidl, mainly to load up the car with more of their large bags of compost. Quite a number of the on the heap outside the store were damaged and leaking. Some fell on stony ground. So popular was the photograph of SamContinue reading “Hammock And Hollyhock”

The Unidentified Fir Bed

I began the day by watching a recording of the England v. Australia match in the Rugby World Cup. In case there is any rugby fan in either hemisphere who is yet to watch it, I will say no more. Encouraged by yet another warm, sunny, day, Jackie began work on clearing, and settling downContinue reading “The Unidentified Fir Bed”

The Monet Arch

Oscar, that fine blogging poet of In So Many Words, recently expressed wonderment that I got any work done with all the photography I did in the garden. I wonder, did he know that the camera is a preferred delaying tactic; and that a new rose arch has stood in the hall porch for the lastContinue reading “The Monet Arch”