Category: countryside
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What a pest…
I know they cause problems, the rangers at the woods near our home have spent years and a huge amount of sweat removing vast amounts of them. But they’ve left a few – and at this time of year, I’m glad they have. Rhododendron – not one of nature’s shrinking violets – excuse the pun…
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What I should be doing…
I really shouldn’t be here. If I was being responsible, I’d be out in the garden, tackling the weeds. Yesterday, was all about laundry, but I took a few pictures in between hanging out the washing. Colours are creeping back in with a vengeance… And taking the pictures in close up makes it harder…
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Blue and Green
Or – what a difference two weeks can make…. After such a long winter, the richness of the spring is making my senses tingle. A couple of weeks ago, there wasn’t much green… Now, it’s bursting out all over… And the bluebells are so gorgeous, I couldn’t resist taking more pictures… A spring carpet.
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Not Chelsea…
So it’s the Chelsea Flower Show again. Yet another year and I still haven’t been. I suspect that my type of gardening is very far removed from the average Chelsea affair, but a part of me would still love to go and see what I’ve been missing. Evidently for some people, creating a garden must…
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Blue haze…
Earlier in the week, before the downpour set in, I’d noticed the bluebells were out in the wood where I walk the delinquent dog most mornings. Taking photographs whilst simultaneously holding a schizophrenic dog on his lead and keeping a 360 degree watch for the approach of other dogs, squirrels or similarly tempting small furry animals,…
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Nature’s pick-me-up…
I’ve been a bit up and down over the weekend – I’m blaming the hormones. But it was difficult to feel anything other than pure happiness, seeing the sunlight on the trees across the way, and the frost coated field in between. The air was crisp, but the ground is still soggy – it will…
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Sunshine through the trees…
Today feels like May, not November, just when I think I’ve got the autumn wardrobe sorted, along comes the sun and throws all my plans out the window. I’m not complaining, I am definitely one of those people whose mood swings with the weather. The walk in the woods this morning was saturated with light. And there…
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Keeping my eyes open…
I’m all over the place today – stressing about half a dozen daft things that really don’t deserve the attention. This is one of those days when you know the theory, but putting it into practise is harder to manage. Still, I couldn’t help being struck by a few of the amazing things I’ve seen…
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First frosts, last roses…
We’ve had a few frosts here this week. Yesterday, I couldn’t help noticing that one of my roses was still putting out blooms. After I’d walked the dog, I took the camera into the garden to capture the splash of colour – the frost already turned to water. The roses have been good this year…
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Daily devotions…
The wonderful thing about having a dog, is that whatever the weather, you are duty bound to take it out for some exercise. Although it was a family decision to have a dog, and we all had our individual reasons for wanting one, my rationale, was that I wanted a proper excuse to go out…
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The stuff of nightmares…
If you go down to the woods today (Rushmere, Bedfordshire), you’re sure of a big surprise… Some lovely person, – I’d really like to know who, so I can add them to my ‘Circles of Hell’ List, – must have thought it would be a really jolly jape, to put a huge wooden/metal spider at the side of one of the tracks…
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10 Beaches You Really Don’t Want To Visit…
Everybody knows that Scotland is a wet, cold and windy place, infested with monster mouthed midges. No one in their right mind would venture there for their summer holiday, certainly not in a small tent, in August. Good, so that’s that sorted. Of course, sometimes that’s true. It can indeed be exceedingly cold, wet and…
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