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…

Coming in to land…

For a couple of weeks I have been wondering where the butterflies have gone.  But I think I wonder this every year.  It is not until the buddleia comes out that we really see them in great numbers. They are skittish creatures.  Not only do butterflies flutter by, but they also dip up and down…

Moon Landings

I called this post ‘Moon Landings’ because as I stood here delighting in my cutting patch, I was amazed at how many spaceships zoomed in and hovered over.  If you look closely near the top left of the next picture, you might just see a UFO.   Now like all UFO sightings, the image is…

Returning the egg boxes

I think it is fair to say that most of the UK got a wake-up call with David Attenborough’s BBC documentary series Blue Planet II.  The image of the pilot whale carrying her dead baby around will, I hope, stay with me forever. I am using that dead baby whale to remind our children not to…

Minibeasts

I have been having more fun with my macro lens, and thought I would share the pics.  There are quite a lot of marvellous minibeasts here, which I’m hoping nature-types can help me identify.  I have to say that having this lens is adding to my enjoyment of the garden.  I was aware of the…

Macro

I indulged myself.  I bought a macro lens. I have been enjoying Fred, A French Gardener and Photo Sociology’s fabulous photos, and this week I just gave in to temptation. I might have bought a camera too. [says in small voice in manner of confession]. I got a press pass for RHS Hampton Court Flower Show in…

A different angle

Summer is really for just enjoying the garden. There are minor chores, if you want to call them that, but really these a pretty pleasurable: deadheading, tying in a tendril here, pulling out a weed there, eating a strawberry, sniffing a rose. I do a lot of basking.  We can call it mindfulness if you…

Learning to play again

Can you remember when you were last really absorbed in a task? When you lost yourself in the pleasure of carrying out one step, and then another?  Worries floated away as you just focused on the job in hand. This is flow. Children generally achieve flow very easily. They will arrange buttons or stones just…

Verdant

It is May Day today, and in celebration, the sky decided to dress itself in blue.  It goes rather well with the green of lush growth at this time of year. We agreed to say nothing more about the wind and rain yesterday.  Forgive and forget. It’s May! There was a light frost, and I…

Meadow Update! Seedballs!

So if you remember, I had one of my ideas back in February (always a dangerous time).  For a wildflower meadow.  The digging was quite hard-going, and I got about a square metre in, and decided I only wanted a very little meadow anyway. Well, I planted my plugs.  It snowed.  It snowed again.  But guess…

Gardening is the best drug

Gardening, like love, is a drug. It’s a therapy, a remedy, a cure, a balm, a tingle, an itch that needs scratching, a rush, a thrill, a trip, a joy, an inspiration, a bolt of lightening, a jolt that starts the heart, a cornucopia of sensory delights, a phantasmagoria, a rainbow, a shimmering vision… Here’s…

A Winter Walk

This morning Stevie suggested we go for a walk over the snowy fields before it all melts away. We tracked animal footprints, spotting lots of different-sized birds, rabbits, foxes, possibly a badger, possibly a deer. We admired the partly-frozen river and the undulating snowdrifts along its banks. There were gnarly oaks:. And blue blue sky….