Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Something in a vase



Most of my flower arranging is born of necessity
when thinning out heavy plants,
or pruning flopping ones.


These day lilies I brought inside because they were out of sight,
and as their name implies over so quickly.


Moon daisies continue to behave thuggishly in their over-rich soil
and instead of waving decorously in a delicate meadow, crash about
and lean heavily on anything else that struggles to show its face.


Such as this cornflower.
Although admittedly this was more a victim of my clumsiness.
I was weeding, when I simultaneously discovered it and crushed it.
I'm hoping it revives in water.

Ikebana it is not.

Monday, 19 June 2017

Unintended Kondoing



Well it needed doing admittedly,
but the matter was accelerated at the weekend while my back was turned.
My daughter-in-law, calling by to fetch a car seat in our absence
heard an alarm beeping and traced it to the freezer.
She wisely did not alert us to this 
as there was nothing that could be done about it until our return.

We ate the lamb curry with melted mango chunks lassi and binned the rest.
Luckily there wasn't any raw meat in it 
and I hadn't just batch cooked a month's worth
of delicious meals so I'm thinking of this as a fresh start.




Could have done with some ice cubes today though.


Monday, 12 June 2017

Poppylation explosion



I shook a pepper pot of poppy seeds


into an empty bed last autumn


and forgot about it.




Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Shout out for shingle



This unpromising, nay bleak coastal terrain bursts into life in summer.






Valerian.


Wild roses.





Just the other side of this hedge, people are working with nature


to make beautiful gardens.


They shared their efforts with us to raise money for the local hospice.





When I contemplate the sorry apology for a lawn at home,
I wonder if the way forward isn't just to scalp it
and ship in the shingle.
(My only caveat is that pebbles are
 so darned noisy and not barefoot friendly.)


Reminded me of this
and Freda's two gates.

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Tall cat and friend bonus post




The owner of this hat (like Patsy) is not here at present.

Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Floriferous frenzy















It's almost too much to take in, this headlong rush into summer.
Even waking at 5 and going in at 9,
there aren't enough hours to absorb all the changes.
Roses bloom and petals drop,
the foxglove spires elongate and fill with bees,
the clematis Wilsonii really does smell of chocolate,
but the honeysuckle is still scentless.Why?
Californian poppies shout for attention.
The white wisteria veil falls again across the Sisisinghurst walls,
a little respite.


A hammock is slung.
The occupant now bound once again for Japan.







Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Green and pink



After a briefly warm interlude,


the clouds have rolled back in
and the heavens have opened.


But if we want green, 
and no hose pipe ban,
we're going to need a replenished water table
after the driest April on record.



This little one is back.
We will have her for her first overnight stay soon.
The guest suite has been prepared.


And I managed to finish this jacket before she grew out of it,
but fear it might not meet with her approval
as it is not pink.
Yes, that's the way the land lies despite no obvious gender bias
being put into operation for her clothes, toys or furnishings at home -
up until now, when she is able to make her preferences crystal clear. 
(See pink toenails above.)