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Harvest Moon, Hydrangea and Suffragette Garden

The Harvest Moon was glorious last night. I had thought it was the Hunter’s Moon but then I discovered this:

This year’s autumnal equinox came on September 22nd, making October 5th the Harvest moon because it is the closest full moon in the calendar.While October is usually reserved for the Hunter’s moon, this year we got a late Harvest moon.The Hunter’s moon will take place on November 3.

Harvest Moon through the trees

I love how Hydrangeas are just as lovely as they start to fade.

Hydrangea for Patti

Our suffragette Garden has purple and white at the same time for a day or two! Spring is its best season but the Japanese Anemones are just still in flower as theTibouchina Urvilleana have just started to bloom.

Japanese Anemone

 
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Posted by on October 6, 2017 in Beauty, garden, nature, postaday2017

 

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October Garden, Sheep and Lunch

Our garden is still full of colour. The Begonia given to us by J&M some months ago is thriving.Click on any photo to get the full glory.

There are sheep in the field behind us!

Sheep in the back field

Lunch – simple,  beautiful – and delicious.

Delicious

 

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Cornish Lane, Wooden Cat and John Keats

I love our Cornish lanes with gnarled old trees which form a tunnel over the lane.

Cornish lane

For many years we have had a small wooden cat, bought when we no longer had our cats having given them to our daughter so that they could live in the countryside and we, just retired, could go on holidays without having to find cat-sitters.  He has been sitting in our hall since we came back to Cornwall almost ten years ago.  Last week, one of our dear friends had to say goodbye to her much-loved cat, Bussie, and wondered if anyone had a small cat ornament that she would put in her rather special beach garden. We both felt that it was time for our lovely wooden cat to be passed on to Sue who is absolutely delighted and has painted him in Bussie’s colouring already and he now sits in the beach garden. It has been lovely for us to do something so simple to make our friend so happy.

Bussie, the wooden replica, from us to Sue

For some reason that I cannot fathom, thinking about cats put me in mind of John Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn, another poem, one verse of which we had to learn by heart many years ago. In groups then and in unison,  we had to recite our verse and others recited the other verses. It was not a favourite then but maybe the last two lines lodged in my brain all those years ago.

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, 
       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, 
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express 
       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: 
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape 
       Of deities or mortals, or of both, 
               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? 
       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? 
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? 
               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard 
       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; 
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, 
       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: 
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 
       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; 
               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, 
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; 
       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, 
               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed 
         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; 
And, happy melodist, unwearied, 
         For ever piping songs for ever new; 
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 
         For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d, 
                For ever panting, and for ever young; 
All breathing human passion far above, 
         That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d, 
                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 
Who are these coming to the sacrifice? 
         To what green altar, O mysterious priest, 
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, 
         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? 
What little town by river or sea shore, 
         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, 
                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? 
And, little town, thy streets for evermore 
         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell 
                Why thou art desolate, can e’er return. 
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede 
         Of marble men and maidens overwrought, 
With forest branches and the trodden weed; 
         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought 
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 
         When old age shall this generation waste, 
                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe 
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st, 
         “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all 
                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
 

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Lunch, Cake and Bulbs

On my own for lunch today I decided to have Eggs Florentine using spinach from Sue next-door’s allotment and a fresh egg laid by chickens belonging to friends and it was delicious! The lovely Mr S is not a fan of spinach.

Egg Florentine

 

Sue also gave us some courgettes so this afternoon I made Courgette and Lemon Drizzle Cake, a recipe I’ve been meaning to try for some time. It tastes delicious though the texture is a little odd –  best served as a dessert with some cream, I think.

Courgette Lemon Cake ready for the drizzle

In today’s beautiful sunshine, I planted up two containers with layers of bulbs for the Spring.

Bulbs for planting in tubs

 

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Bird Feeder, Bean Harvest and A Poem

Our bird feeder has been busy of late, lots of Goldfinches and this fluffy bundle who we think may be a young Chaffinch……

Taken through the kitchen window

We have harvested all our Broad Beans today, blanched them and now they are open freezing for a couple of hours prior to being bagged up. I love Broad Beans – they are my favourites!

Some of our Broad Bean harvest

I love Autumn. As Annenasky said,  “You are with me once more, Autumn my friend!”
One is no longer disappointed with the lack of warm days but instead basks in the goldenness of the leaves, the mellowness of the fruits of Autumn and the misty mornings which I find just beautiful. I was reminded of this poem by Anna Akhmatova today when thinking about the season just upon us and how much I appreciate it.

Let any, who will, still bask in the south
On the paradisal sand,
It’s northerly here – and this year of the north
Autumn will be my friend.

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2017 in Beauty, garden, nature, Photography, postaday2017

 

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Making Jam, A Rose and Magpies

The family picked lots of Blackberries up the lane and I froze them for the moment I might have time to make jam and that I did this morning – Blackberry and Apple Jam and it is delicious.

Blackberry and Apple Jam

Just as the jam was all potted up, the doorbell rang and we could scarcely see who was at the door for the foliage and the goldenness of a beautiful rose plant – Crown Princess Margareta.  Thank you so much D&R – we said no presents and we meant it but this fragrant rose is gorgeous and will be given pride of place in our garden.

Fragrant and beautiful

I watched these two Magpies for some time from the study window. The lower one seems to be the younger, all fluffed up and being watched over by his Dad or we wonder if he has been in a fight?  I was concerned to see the lack of feathers on his head and his tail seems to be somewhat awry.  Any thoughts, Dear Reader?

Father and Son?

Bald baby or been attacked?

 

 

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A Ruby Wedding Anniversary

Tomorrow will be the Ruby Wedding of two of our very good friends. Here are some pairs of red flowers from our garden for their celebration.

The party this evening was a secret and a huge success!

Balloon

A very special cake for a very special couple

 

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