A visitor from next door was enjoying the sunshine in our garden this morning.
Enjoying the sunshine
I love this tree in the field at Trelissick where it overlooks the Carrick Roads and out to sea.
Ballerina Tree at Trelissick
We came across a gloriously golden tree as we went over the new bridge towards the Apple Orchard. Its label said ‘Carya Ovata’, not a tree that I had heard of.
Carya Ovata
The pooch being taken along behind a bike today didn’t look too happy!
Dog in a trailer
A lonely Sunflower brightened up the day.
Sunflower and shadow
What a convoluted and pretty pink rose.
Pink rose
The LiveWires were delighted to see a Pac Man in my coffee!
Pac Man in my coffee
The multitude of Autumn leaves on the ground had the colours of jewels.
Jewel leaves
The veining on this leaf was especially beautiful.
Delicate veining
Sunday 23rd September 2018
Sorting, packing, hugging, chatting – a Praying Mantis on the handrail and a mural on the way to the airport. We’ll be home on Monday evening after the best of trips!
Praying Mantis
Smiley mural
Storm Callum left our garden battered but not too badly. I went out in the wildness to collect some broken off Millet stalks and some Dahlias which now look rather lovely in a vase.
Rescued Dahlias and Millet
Coming back across the lawn, we found these Fungi which I hope will develop into a Fairy Circle.
Fungi
Near the house is the vegetable trough where I planted winter vegetables. While we were away, caterpillars ate most of the Pak Choi which now looks quite lacy and pretty!
Caterpillar ravaged Pak Choi
Storm Callum has been beating its way across Cornwall today and we have mostly stayed indoors doing the everyday stuff. This poem by Naomi Shibab Nye, Daily, seems the right one for today though no washing was hung outside!
Daily - Naomi Shihab NyeThese shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl This bed whose covers I straighten smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket and nothing hangs out This envelope I address so the name balances like a cloud in the center of sky This page I type and retype This table I dust till the scarred wood shines This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again like flags we share, a country so close no one needs to name it The days are nouns: touch them The hands are churches that worship the world
The Clematis over the arch is hanging very low making it hard to get through – but I love how it looks this late into the season. Even after the storm, it is still looking good though blown about all day. We still have dangerous winds to come…….
Clematis taking over
Yesterday in Penryn, these richly coloured leaves caught my attention.
Red
It is World Mental Health Day and this came my way:
Thought of the Day, Willesdenstaff Kilburn Station. What fabulous staff at that station!
I was walking through Penryn today and saw that the owner of this car has planted for the winter. I just love these little car-window boxes.
Winter planting
Next door’s Nasturtiums have come over the hedge and are tumbling over our winter covered bench.
Next door’s escaping Nasturtiums
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