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Sounds, Planting and Last Narcissi

I can’t show you a photo for my first beautiful thing tonight.  I just want to share the sounds as we sat in the sunshine having a cup of tea this afternoon. The dominant sound was the baaing of the sheep in the field behind (see a couple of days ago for a photo of the lambs) closely followed by the gentle buzzing of insects seeking out the pollen and interrupted occasionally by the crying of seagulls. What a joy. We are so lucky to live where we do.

The lovely Mr S has planted lots of Cosmos this evening as I was out singing.  We have long loved Cosmos, especially the white ones, and were delighted to find them growing so profusely  alongside the roads in South Africa. Now, I will love them even more, even the pink ones!

Cosmos

We have moved the finished pots of tulips and daffodils to a space at the back for their leaves to die down and will plant up other pots to replace them on the steps. I cut the last few Narcissi to enjoy them indoors.

Narcissi

 

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Calvin and Hobbes, Wheelbarrow and Roots

I was looking for a birthday card in the store in Mum’s bureau today and came across this that I had cut out of the paper aeons ago. I love it!dscn8999

We have a new wheelbarrow!
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I have brought the Hyacinths out of the fuse cupboard as they have brilliant root growth, mostly. Now in the light, the tops should develop and I should have Hyacinth flowers for my birthday, New Year’s Eve.dscn8998

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2016 in Beauty, haiku, nature, Photography, Postaday 2016

 

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Car Boot Sale, Potting On and Today’s Poem

This morning we went off to the car-boot sale to see if we could find plants we are looking for – some Verbena Bonariensis and some Lupins. We found both. I am always on the hunt for fine bone china beakers and today I found a very pretty one for 50p! There is a little ivy leaf inside too.

New beaker

New beaker

I have spent all afternoon potting on some plug plants of Cosmos, all white ones as we love the look of white flowers in evening summer sunlight.

Potted on seedlings

Potted on seedlings

Today’s poem in my book, Poem of the Day, is one I learned by heart as a child and which has a special resonance for me.

Home Thoughts, from Abroad by Robert Browning

O, To be in England
Now that April ‘s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—
That ‘s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

 

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