Posts Tagged ‘path’

Golden light across the path

June 17, 2016 Leave a comment
Golden light across the path

Setting off with Galileo ahead

For the second time this year, Giovanni has strimmed the track that goes in a circle round a large part of our land.

It’s like a long green carpet, lit here by the last rays of the sun.

The dogs love going round; I only had to go once for them to wait and watch for a repeat of the adventure.



Way to go

January 1, 2016 1 comment
Path towards the wood

Path towards the wood

The photo shows a narrow path threading its way uphill.

It proceeds along the edge of a wooded precipice towards a coppice which in spring is carpeted with primroses and violets.

Every now and again I cut back the broom and brambles to clear the way through.

I’m not sure who benefits apart from me – crack-of-dawn mushroom pickers perhaps, or boar hunters if they go that way.

Once it was used by solitary, stealthy hunters who built hides and shot songbirds supposedly to impart flavour to their pigeon stew, but I hope we’ve seen the last of them near the house at least.

The path itself is a symbol for how we’re viewing this new year: a steep trudge, arduous, often devoid of waymarks or disappearing altogether, but with a clear goal at its summit. It’s a trail, also, which improves from being cleared of brambles.


Curry plant

July 4, 2013 Leave a comment
Curry plant growing among rocks

Curry plant growing among rocks

Intuitively, Chokri strimmed round this plant in the middle of the path knowing I would want to preserve it.

Its leaves are highly aromatic but not with the usual sharp, clean, rosemary-like scent of so many Mediterranean plants.

And the flowers smell pungent, peppery, strange.

I looked it up first in my flower book and then online.

Eureka! That’s what it smells like! Curry!

Which is why it’s called the curry plant.

It has nothing to do with making curry, but the oil from its blossoms does have plenty of medicinal uses.

It’s also claimed to be a cat deterrent!

Curry plant flowers - they keep their colour so are good in dried flower arrangements

The blossoms keep their colour so make good dried flower arrangements

The road less travelled by

July 3, 2013 Leave a comment
Grassy and wanting wear

Grassy and wanting wear

This is the path through our land after Chokri had finished strimming it.

It’s been less travelled than we intended.

Clive’s health makes him largely housebound and my feet pass too rarely to keep it worn.

It looks inviting now. Perhaps I’ll have the time to walk there later.

Up the garden path

June 7, 2013 5 comments
A path to go slowly along

A path to go slowly along

This is the path that runs round the back of the flowerbed, next to the edge of the ‘moat’.

Every colour of the rainbow is present.

It’s a narrow path – only 60 centimetres (2 foot) wide – but the flowers have decided they’re going to make it even narrower.

In one place we’ve battened back a rosemary with a trellis of sticks so that you can actually get by.

Sometimes you have to break the amorous bond of 2 sweet pea tendrils joining from opposite sides.

But it’s not a path that takes you anywhere in particular – just one to enjoy!


May 30, 2013 3 comments
An arch of eglantine

An arch of eglantine

How much more elegant that sounds than ‘dog rose’.

I haven’t been able to work out what type of wild rose the name eglantine specifically refers to, but I suspect it’s as vague as dog rose.

Whatever name it goes by, it’s not quite so much appreciated when it grows over the path.

The beautiful, secret path which leads to the gully at the foot of our land, loud at the moment with the sound of hidden waterfalls, is getting overgrown.

Although this particular spray resembles a bridal arch and is no barrier, Nature won’t be long reclaiming her own.

A rose by any other name ...

A rose by any other name …

What price a clear path?

May 11, 2013 Leave a comment
The strimmed path

The strimmed path

Chokri has been strimming the exuberance of growth resulting from the wet weather.

Up until today, the path between the orchard and the olive grove was a tangle of wild flowers; now it’s a smooth path.

The destruction saddens me, but I have a way of celebrating the fallen flowers.

I put them in the ‘casualty vase’, and enjoy them even more than if they were growing.

Today I picked up stems of wild clary sage.

The casualty vase

Wild clary sage in the casualty vase