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Finding Time to Stop and Stare ...

More pictures than words - I am too tired to think. :)

As I am working in the kitchen garden I stop and look over the back fields where the hedgerows are full of hawthorn blossom as though laden with snow.


 At the end of a hard day I look out over the back fields to see an amazing sunset - and think just how lucky I am to live in such beautiful surroundings.


Elaine p.s.  On the home front, stage one -  workmen will be coming on Tuesday to re-plaster the walls - yippee!

Pay Attention; Be Astonished ...

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~ Mary Oliver  One day earlier this week D spotted a Red Kite gliding over the hills as he was returning home in the car.  He rushed in, collected his camera and binoculars, and decided to walk back down the road to try and photograph it.  No such luck; the Kite had hit the thermals and was long gone.  But, after living with me and my exclamations of  'Oo look' when I spot something on one of our walks - the habit seems to have rubbed off on him and he came back with some lovely pictures of the surrounding countryside and wild flowers which he didn't know the name of.  I have trained him to be observant - I have trained him well.  My work here is done :).


The flowers were Corn Marigolds which, because of the use of herbicides, you don't see very often any more - I was well pleased with his find.





As for me - well, I have been walking in the rain, breathing the sweet fragrance of the May blosso…

Flower Posy in a Jam Jar ...

My flower posies used to be a regular feature on the blog - a good way to show off what is flowering in the garden each month.  But, of late, I have been rather distracted; neglectful of the blog and blogging; generally not putting in as much effort as I would like; letting things drift. I have a feeling of restlessness; of something missing that I can't quite put my finger on.  It has been five years today that I began the blog, so running out of ideas to keep the blog fresh is no surprise.


Yet, I still enjoy my little space in blogland, and don't want to stop writing here; I am just struggling a little at the moment, which I am sure happens to the best of us at times.


So here I am with the old standby, the flower posy.  Garden pinks, bluebells, columbine and forget-me-nots - my first picking from the garden this year.  In previous years I have featured the early bulbs; daffodils and tulips - but I didn't even think of picking them this year - I guess I have had other th…

Heaven is an English Woodland on a Sunny Day in May ...

Early this morning D asked if I fancied going to Swithland Woods which is at the northern end of the county.  We live at the southern end.  It entails a drive right across town and near to where I used to live.  We hadn't been to the woods since my Dad died; some 15 or more years ago; mainly because we used to visit him every weekend and always stopped off at the woods to give the dog a run.

This is me in the woods in 1986.


So much had changed on the journey there, buildings had vanished; new ones had risen; roads changed; small roads turned into dual carriageways; it was awful - I didn't recognize anything or even know where I was at times.


But eventually 40 minutes later we reached the woods and it was like coming home.  As we walked further in I knew where the old trails were, the bridle paths and ridings; remembered that it used to be an old slate quarry and the lake that had formed from the quarry workings (now fenced off with razor wire).  It all came back in a flurry o…

On Home Ground ...

The distant hills are calling me but I have to turn my back and put my nose to the grind stone.  I have hardly stepped beyond the garden gate all week.   As any of you who are gardeners know, there is so much to do at this time of year.  Certainly no time for exploring and trailing the hills.  Little by little the hedgerows are greening and leaves unfurling on the trees.  The weather has warmed up considerably and soon I will only be venturing out in the dew-pearled morning and in the cool of the evening - the heat of the summer doesn't suit me and I stay in the shadows.


This week sees me 'under the weather' with a heavy cold; hot one minute; cold the next - bundling under blankets or streaming with perspiration - feverish.  My throat is sore from coughing and my head pounds and my nose red enough to give Rudolph serious competition.  But there is no time to linger in bed feeling sorry for myself - I have seedlings and young plants to attend to if I want the garden to be …