Bad Hair Day

This afternoon Jackie drove me to Eyeworth Pond and back to watch the birds. Golden gorse glowed in the sunshine on Hinchelsea Moor and many others. The deciduous trees, like this oak, are all filling with foliage. Walkers along the Rhinefield Ornamental Drive gave scale to the giant redwoods. Mandarin ducks are not native toContinue reading “Bad Hair Day”

Breathing Pace

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. No, there is no letter missing from the title. All will be revealed to those who have the perseverance to make it through the bumper morning’s photographic haul. Although Jackie is far from well, she was determined on aContinue reading “Breathing Pace”

Synchronicity

Pausing to admire one of the freshly flowering cherries in the front garden, we took an early morning drive through forest to Eyeworth Pond and back. Sometimes the heathland, after the burning of the gorse, can appear like a Paul Nash landscape. So it was today. As we approached Burley, I spotted a pony appearingContinue reading “Synchronicity”

The Nuthatch

Back down to earth after yesterday’s Mottisfont display, we were nevertheless delighted to note the progression of Jackie’s south side garden, begun some time after the kitchen one.  With few exceptions, her plants are benefitting from her love and attention, and the warmer weather. Jackie was running out of certain specific items of bird food.Continue reading “The Nuthatch”

Furzey Gardens

Early this morning I walked down to the village shop, returning via the church footpath and The Splash.  The snowdrops, crocuses, and daffodils have made way in the churchyard for cow parsley. On my return I had a chat with Gladys and Dave in the garden.  John, otherwise known as Sisyphus (see 19th March post),Continue reading “Furzey Gardens”

Meetings With Remarkable Trees

As I prepared our morning coffee in the kitchen, watching the early nuthatch enjoying his breakfast, ‘The Red Baron’ swooped, like a kamikaze pilot, with deadly aim.  The robin’s beak would have been buried in the side of his enemy, had not the milder creature taken off sharpish. A baby rabbit sat on the grassContinue reading “Meetings With Remarkable Trees”

The £2.00 Pint

Yesterday I received John Green’s package of comments on what is likely to be my last Listener Crossword.  They were largely positive and some complimentary.  John is the very thorough checker of the entries for this, the pinnacle of crosswords.  Having performed this free service for many years, John provides statistics, both personal and general,Continue reading “The £2.00 Pint”