This morning I heard a Skylark his song soaring high in the clear blue sky - below is a passage from someone who can describe it far better than me.
Today through the window-pane I see a lark high up against the grey cloud, and hear his song. I cannot walk about and arrange with the buds and gorse-bloom; how does he know it is the time for him to sing?
Without my book and pencil and observing eye, how does he understand that the hour has come? To sing high in the air, to chase his mate over the low stone wall of the ploughed field, to battle with his high-crested rival, to balance himself on his trembling wings outspread a few yards above the earth and utter that sweet little loving hiss, as it were, of song - oh happy, happy days! So beautiful to watch as if he were my own, and I felt it all!
Early morning. We drove down to the lake for a stroll in the autumn sunshine; the air was chilled in the shadows but the sun was bright. The water level was still very low; we have had hardly any rain for weeks. On the spit of land a gaggle of Canada geese preening and resting. The water still and calm.
We walked further along the lane, and there just around the bend, my favourite oak tree; a lopsided old thing with winky-wonky branches. But all was not well. The trunk had split and there was a gut-wrenching open wound.
I loved that old tree and always take a photograph of it when we are down there; a kind of tradition.
Now, half the tree lying on the ground - only fit for firewood - such a shame - I felt really sad.
Spent the morning pruning the Amelanchier which had outgrown its space. My neighbour came round with foxglove self-seeders which I planted beneath it now that there is some room. I have finally come to the end of the garden restoration project -…
A nothing much happened kind of week. Mostly it rained and rained and rained. The sun burst through for short periods then hid behind the clouds and it rained again. The garden is flattened and battered and a soggy mess. We have had the heating on it has been so chilly - even my pet sheep had their hats and scarves on.
On Monday electricians came and fitted an earthing device. On Tuesday a different electrician came and earthed us (our earthing spike had deteriorated - whatever that is) - apparently new regs said it had to be done before the house could be signed off as completed. The electrician also fitted the new ceiling lights to replace the water damaged ones.
And a new desk has been installed to replace the water damaged one.
Next week all the carpets are going to be fitted and voila - we're done. Hurrah!
Meanwhile back at the ranch - every time the sun came out I rushed into the garden to take some pics of the least damaged flowers.
" It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on the trees, but de-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of the swallows skimming the green open spaces of the park told of autumn and change." ~ Flora Thompson"
September has been a very productive month for me. I have worked hard in the garden with a feeling of racing against time; although, in truth, there is plenty of time to do everything - I just wanted to get it done while the weather was good, so much more pleasant working outside when it is a little warmer, rather than having to wrap up in coats and boots to get it all done. I have planted every last bulb that I possess; those I saved from last year; those I bought this year; every piece of ground and every container has been put to use - if I don't get a good display in spring then something has gone seriously wrong.