Posts Tagged ‘shower’

Violets are blue, rivers are green

March 31, 2013 Leave a comment
Violets with the river in the background

Violets with the river in the background

Snatching our moment between showers and storms, we went down to the River Topino, which runs through the valley below our house.

The river was a swollen torrent of opaque, greenish water.

Clive spent his time considering how he would work out the flow rate using Pooh sticks.

I walked along the bank with Galileo and found violets growing in great expanses round the boles of the poplar trees.

It was a strange contrast: the turbulence of the current and the sweet-scented delicacy of the flowers.


Pure as the driven snow

January 27, 2013 3 comments
Taylor today, after his shampoo

Taylor today, after his shampoo


Yesterday I saw a deer run up the hill. Taylor ran after it, though not in a serious attempt to catch it.

When he returned, there was evidence he’d been distracted by something far more interesting.

Its dung.

He’d coated himself liberally in the dark, gamey-smelling substance.

I had to strip off and take him into the shower.

His collar was covered and once this was removed, there was nothing to get hold of him by. Fortunately, if I use nice warm water and talk gently to him, he’s quite compliant. In fact he just stood there, looking slightly pained, while I was able to wash him using both hands.

Better still, he waited for me to towel dry him before shaking himself!

Rose with raindrops

November 19, 2012 4 comments

Rose in November

It’s been raining more on than off over the last couple of days.

I couldn’t resist prowling around with my camera in a gap between showers.

Just to show how much life there is still in the garden, here is a half-open rose, photographed in the second half of November.

The bush is covered in buds and blooms.

I don’t know the names of many of our roses, but this one is called ‘Astronomia’.

Why do I feel persecuted?

May 29, 2012 Leave a comment

A rainbow, or weather that can’t make up its mind

I don’t know what it is about me and the use of any kind of spray in the garden. As soon as I apply something that needs a given number of hours to dry and be effective, I can be absolutely sure that it will rain well within that timeframe, even when there was no rain forecast.

Today is a good example. I’ve been meaning for weeks to apply some weedkiller to a fast-growing patch of brambles which is threatening to invade my old vegetable patch, and today I finally did it. Good job done, I thought. It should at least slow it down a bit.

Two and a half hours later, when the minimum stated drying time for the product is six hours, it rained. It hasn’t rained for days prior to this!

It didn’t even have the good grace to to rain properly. It delivered a sharp shower – just enough to wash off all my weedkiller – and then stopped.

The same thing happens when I spray the orchard with insecticide and pesticide.

Could it be that in the high-up location where we live the weather is somehow sensing my intentions?

Some people would say it serves me right for using these products, but I say: you’re extremely welcome to come and tackle these brambles by hand!

Wisteria half open

April 11, 2012 1 comment

One of the first wisteria tresses to open, complete with raindrop

The wisteria is beginning to look like a fairy tale.

When it’s fully open, it’s going to be a squeeze to get through the arch and down the steps that it cascades over.

My father would be dead jealous. We had a wisteria in Norfolk that grew some impressive twists of trunk but, despite being nourished with the leaves out of every pot of tea I think we ever had (apparently they were good for it), very few leaves and only once, grudgingly, a flower.

The flowers are beautiful en masse and in detail, particularly when they’re fresh after a shower.