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Ephemeral is one of my favourite words. It could be used to describe the brief but beautiful life span of love-in-the-mist.  It also accurately sums up this evening’s internet connection.  Better post this now while I’ve got the chance!

As promised here is a picture of one of yesterday’s dragonflies in all its newly emerged glory.  It is yet to make its maiden flight, holding tightly on to all that remains of its subaqua life.  I believe this beauty it is a Southern Hawker, an inquisitive creature and common to much of southern andContinue reading “Holiday Scrapbook Revisited”

Not everyone relishes working on a Bank Holiday.  Myself, I don’t mind at all.  Not when it is a day like today.  So I decided to make a scrapbook of my adventures for your delectation. The drive to work began with skittish sheep in a hay meadow.  Interlopers, making the most of an exotic dietContinue reading “A Bank Holiday Scrapbook”

A lot has been written about planting combinations, I believe books are out there to help you in your hour of combo need.  Here is my contribution.  Take a look.  Does it please the eye?  Then it works.  The End.

A little bit battered but still beautiful,  a quince in bloom.

Most gardeners get followed around by a chirpy robin.  So why do I get the chicken?

It is the time of year when any semblance of control evaporates, if indeed it ever really existed outside of our bubble of optimism.  The warmth of the sun and the spring showers have conspired to produce the perfect environment for all the weed seed in the universe to germinate.  At least it seems thatContinue reading “Battle”

I could just lie down in the soft sedum and have a snooze.  Like this little chap.  Wouldn’t that be nice.  You may have guessed I am weary and short of words this evening.   This could be a good or bad thing depending on your viewpoint.  This reticence is unlikely to last.   Again thisContinue reading “Snooze”

A bit like lilac time but more dangly.

Tomorrow this butterfly will be free from its cocoon.   The “almost” is as beautiful as the “there”.