Reach out and touch me

I have been talking recently about sensory aspects of gardening, with colour and form.  Today it is the turn of texture.  Specifically, flower texture. When I was a child, I liked fluff.  I remember staying in a hotel one night and having an incredibly fluffy blanket.  I kept pulling off bits of wool all night and in…

Cabbage White Butterfly

On Saturday I took part in the Big Butterfly Count.  This couldn’t be easier.  All you need to do is download the app and then sit in a sunny spot and count butterflies for 15 minutes. My most common species was the Gatekeeper butterfly, which featured in Coming in to land…  This was followed by the large…

Raindrops

On Friday we had some rain!  It was a steady drip for a couple of hours during the day, and then a bit more as I was going to bed.  It was badly needed: it felt like a rescue breath for the hedges and fruit trees. I have accidentally caught a couple of lovely water…

Dead Moth

I found a dead moth in the window.  I couldn’t help myself. The burgeoning lepidopterist in me had to take photos. Look at his furry head. His body reminds me of a lobster or a langoustine. I looked it up in my book, and I think it is a ‘White Ermine’, Spilosoma lubricipeda.  Ermine moths have…

Burning Bright

I posted on Sunday about my visit to Sissinghurst, where I concentrated on form and texture in the rose garden. The Cottage Garden has a very different feel at the height of summer.  Yes, there is form and texture, but mainly it is about the shimmering, simmering colour. I adore Crocosmia, and this orange form sets…