Fox and Cubs

Pilosella aurantiaca

Again I am falling back on the “pretty picture less words necessary” scenario.

This is the flower of Fox and Cubs otherwise known as Orange Hawkweed or, for the botanists and swots, Pilosella aurantiaca.  I love foxes and their cubs and I also love this native wildflower.

Just in case you were wondering, ‘out of focus’ is very fashionable in these parts.  Please bear in mind that this is North Devon and we do have our fingers on the photographic pulse, the latest trends may not have reached you yet.

Negligence

Fuchsia procumbens 'Variegata'

I am sure I am not alone, but when I have been away from home, even for a short time,  I need time to reconnect.  As I by necessity I leapt straight from the frying pan into the fire, back to work with barely time to remove my sombrero, it has been a disconcerting week.   However today was a home day.  Time to re-accustom myself to real life.  Well my version anyway.  The morning was spent writing, the afternoon in the garden.  Aquilegias seem to have taken over.  When they were in bloom they were a blessing, now they are an irritation.  I cut off the flower heads, carefully avoiding seed spill, to attempt to stymie their progression. Gladiolus byzantinus, previously admired for their profusion, had forced their magenta heads through many, crushing and stifling.  Under one pushy group was this Fuchsia procumbens ‘Variegata’, barely surviving the thug’s presence.   I cleared and replanted, gave my apologies and hope that I will be forgiven for my negligence.

Arrive with a Bang, it’s the only way!

Was anyone paying attention?  Do you remember me mentioning my distinct distrust of flying?  My absolute terror of turbulence?  So which one of you organised this as reported in the Majorca Daily Bulletin

Let us say that we arrived with a bang.  And a crash.  And an hour late.

The 45 minute late night drive to the villa was illuminated by continual lightning on all sides.   Half an hour after arrival, coinciding with a crack as if the world were splitting open, the lights went out.  After some tentative poking about in fuse boxes we went to bed to the sound of torrential rain and sporadic flashes.

By lunch time the following day the electricity was back on, the rain had stopped, the Mediterranean sun was doing its best, and I had already spied jacaranda, hibiscus, lantana, oleander, and bougainvillea.

All was well in the world.

Adventures

Rose

I am off on my adventures again.  The only difference is this time it is real.

Adventures are relative, what is a meander in the park for some is a winter long Antarctic expedition for others.   This is somewhere in the middle, perhaps veering towards the park end.

But it involves flying. Which ain’t natural.

I’ll be back, God willing, in a week and a bit.

As always I am depending on you to hold the fort.

Here is a very pretty rose to keep you going.