First poppy flower opened yesterday in our garden. A dance of joy. Everyone dragged out to admire.
First petal fell today. Oh. Too soon….
There is always a silver lining. Just a question of looking.
Like the arrival of a poppy flower fairy. Must be the first of the year.
Sometimes you just need to take the bull by the horns and go for it. I guess that’s why so many people have the childhood memory of sitting on a seafront promenade, eating soaked fish and chips in the rain. Hood up. As they look out over the sea, they promise themselves that they will never ever put their own children through the experience. (But of course they do. We all do.)
Life cannot be put on hold just because the weather’s not ideal. We’d never get anything done.
This week has been wet and windy, with a splattering of sunshine for us, but when I look back, we’ve spent more time out than inside feeling sorry for ourselves.
We went to the Bath and West show, which everyone enjoyed. There was a short burst of rain, but on the whole, we were lucky.
Seeking more time outside, at home we put up our garden shelter and had a fabulous evening sitting out and toasting marshmallows over the fire bowl. There is nothing more wonderful than being outside with my family in an evening. Joined by our resident bats swerving in their evening flight, to investigate what their
mad humans are doing, this time. They are curious like creatures, and so wonderful.
The children put on a light show. It became a competition on who could make the clearest image. I captured a few on my camera by changing the ISO setting to 6400. No-one went to bed early. I think this may become a family favourite.
Unfortunately, the wind picked up the garden shelter, a few days later, and impaled it on our oak tree. It took the whole family to retrieve it. The oak tree won. I’m afraid we won’t be using the shelter again, but at least it’s no longer in the branches.
There is no doubt, however, simple playthings are the best. I’m so impressed by how the children can have fun with the most basic of objects. Give a child a tree, a rope and a piece of wood and they will play for ages.
My parent’s dug out the tree swing when we visited and the children set it up. Taking turns to swing. Higher each time.
They really did have fun. It was quite a wrench to see them back in their uniforms on Monday and heading off to school. Although I did bring youngest back home again, when I realised that they had an Inset day. Oops! He tagged along for the day with me instead. We popped in to see my parents again, and he stayed with them while I went to the dentist, so the day was good. Apart from maybe the dentist part.
We’ve been out noting all the changes in our garden and local area. We took a detour on our morning dog walk, through a local meadow which was splattered with common spotted orchids, as far as you could see, and more wild flowers than I could identify. Photos taken and we’ll research them soon.
Back home in our wild areas in the garden, it was noticeable how the the insects started buzzing as soon as the rain stopped. Waiting at the bottom of the stalks and under leaves to avoid the raindrops. There was a cloud of blue damsel flies triggered by the sun coming out.
These bugs are new to me, but are currently on my awesome list. I know they don’t look much and I would hate to meet one scaled up, but they are amazing little critters. This is the larvae of the dock leaf beetle. I included a photo of adult beetle last week. If ever a bug was a good reason not to spray an area with herbicides and insecticides, I’d put these ones forward as candidates. These guys annihilate dock. We are talking shredding it. Amazing. (Understandably, farmers don’t want dock in their silage as it reduces fermentation and quality, but hopefully you can see where I’m going with this.)
During the week, I visited a friend who has recently moved, to see her new house. We had lunch at the local lavender farm. The flowers weren’t quite out, giving us an excuse to go back in a few weeks. It was still a relaxing lunch alfresco, overlooking the purple fields.
Looking back through the photos, it is amazing how much time we do spend outside. My youngest summed it up so perfectly. He reminded me that we’d never see all the interesting nature if we were in the car. You have to get out and look.
Oh goodness! It’s Friday again. With the clocks changed to British Summer Time, it seems to have signalled “all-go” in our household. We reclaimed the garden over the weekend. Grass cut. Seeds in post. Flowering bulbs in pots moved to places that they will be seen. Even washing on the line. It feels good to be back out in the garden and making a difference.
Even found the snake’s head fritillary, which I planted last year. It survived the winter and is in full flower. Ridiculously happy to see it. First time I’ve managed to preserve it from one year to the next. Suspect the secret is to totally ignore it and just be pleased to see it when it pops up again. I’m hoping it will be happy in its spot. Spreading and popping up each year, from now on. I love the shape and pattern of the flower.
The early part of the week was consumed by getting the Teen ready for her school trip to Italy. That’s right. We sent our first-born to Europe the day that Article 50 was triggered. It feels rebellious, but, of course, it is just coincidence. She is now swanning around Pompeii and climbing Vesuvius. Judging by her texts, she is loving it. It was strange thinking of her taking a plane trip that I have taken so many times.
I have been reliving my childhood. I used to live in the region when I has her age, so all the children have grown up with my tales of Napoli and the surrounding area. Telling her what it would be like, brought back so many memories. I could remember just how it felt to be there. I’m now even more determined that I will revisit and take all the family.
I can’t wait to hear how she got on and see her photos.
Down to earth again. My hexagon quilt, I made years ago, sprang a hole over the winter. Just one hexagon, but, my eye was forever being drawn to it. I knew I still had a few hexagons left over in the right fabric. A definite benefit to making something like this is that mending it is easier. Always the right materials around to blend in and hide the tear. So long as you can find them, of course.
This week I found the bag with all my spares and finally patched it. I love this quilt so much and there was something comforting about revisiting it again with a needle and thread.
A week that has flashed by. Full of revisits in one way or another.
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