Equine Families

A loosely latched utility room window constantly thudded throughout last night against the whistling rhythm of thunderous gales sweeping through the Isle of Wight at speeds of up to 100 m.p.h. The Weeping Birch bent its back and tossed it tresses. As I write we do not expect a cessation until 9 p. m. AContinue reading “Equine Families”

Weeding Continues

Today’s air was cool, dry, and largely dull. Much of the time was spent weeding. Jackie’s distaste for our invasive alliums is patent as she drops one into her bucket. The red railing behind her has been removed from the edge of the Pond Bed in the foreground in order to gain greater access. MyContinue reading “Weeding Continues”

Two Dawns

In the early morning chill I girded my loins with a thick cotton dressing gown and stepped into the garden to photograph the pink-streaked dawn. Keen arboriculturists may be interested in the sylvan skeletons of copper beech, larch, weeping birch, and lopped bay tree. Our great-niece, Ella, was two years old in January. She andContinue reading “Two Dawns”

Inspiration From Durer

My post “Undine” (Illustrated by Arthur Rackham) contains the Encyclopaedia Britannica entry on the author Friedrich de La Motte Fouqué, whose I finished reading last night. The author’s name appears on the spine, as does similar decoration, but as quite often in this golden age of book illustration the artist is given pride of placeContinue reading “Inspiration From Durer”

“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?””

Escalating The Situation

With the aid of Elizabeth’s stick I managed to walk the whole length of Downton Lane and back. A cyclist passed me on the way down, and was himself overtaken by a car. As they approached the bend, round came another bicycle The pedallers made a neat vehicle sandwich and no harm was done. AcrossContinue reading “Escalating The Situation”

“Some Wet Things”

Throughout the day the promised rain fell steadily. Early this evening we experienced a power cut for a couple of hours. The meat was in the oven; nothing worked; because of lockdown no alternative eating establishments were open; I had not prepared a post. Fortunately the Culinary Queen had stocked up yesterday on salads andContinue reading ““Some Wet Things””

A Sad Sign Of The Times

Jackie had a reasonably smooth shop this morning, after which she worked in the garden until the temperature became too hot. The Co-op was selling bedding plants, some of which she naturally bought, although she will have need of all her pelargonium cuttings in the greenhouse. After lunch I took a tour with my cameraContinue reading “A Sad Sign Of The Times”

“Did Someone Mention Carrots?”

Although Dennis kept the wind up throughout the night and the morning, the rain desisted and some of the rainwater subsided. The swirling skirts of the weeping birch gave testimony to the strong breezes. Aaron had cleared up much of the garden debris yesterday, and no further untidiness manifested itself. Daffodils, snowdrops, camellias, and more,Continue reading ““Did Someone Mention Carrots?””

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”