Monday, 9 May 2016

My little bit of paradise..........

 I must have walked this garden a thousand times or more.
 I believe I know every part of it but of course I do not.
 Every garden holds secrets........heartbeats and wing beats.    We see only a tiny part of what goes on.

 If we play the part of silent watchers, we will find our own lives are enriched by the daily drama of other creatures.
 A garden is a peaceful pleasure.      A place for collections of ferns, garden ornaments,
 a path overhung with unconfined plants.
It holds a place in our hearts that can be reached by a sight, a sound, a smell.
It is our own little piece of paradise, here on earth.

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Fallen flower

 Michelle and Ian were childhood sweethearts.      Michelle went to school with my daughter and Ian is our sons best friend.
 Michelle  has been fighting breast cancer for three years.   
 She was determined this cruel disease would not take her from her husband and her two young children.    Her strength and determination left all who met her  humbled.
 At the weekend she passed away quietly and a light went out for so many people.      I have never seen so many tributes on the social network.    Every comment saying the same thing......she was an amazing woman.
Michelle's  brother ran the marathon on Sunday, despite just learning his sister had passed away............he decided to continue because he knew Michelle would want him to.    He finished the 26 miles......and raised a lot of money for Breast Cancer UK.    

RIP Michelle

Thursday, 21 April 2016

A Spring garden

 It has been a changeable Spring.      One day warm and sunny, the next grey and cold.     Lots of rain.........
 The garden has coped well considering.     The smallest flowers appear to be the toughest,
 putting on a good show regardless.
 Plenty of nectar for the bees.
 At this time of year I tend to ponder........
 wondering what the following season will hold.

But for this moment I will just enjoy the birdsong, the hum of the bees and a tiny blue butterfly that keeps dancing around me as I take my photographs :)

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Horizons new................

 The garden is in Spring is confused.
 Hellebores are in full flower.
 Primroses dot the woodland area.
 Even dwarf iris are making an appearance.
 Whilst it is lovely to see the flowers, I worry.    It  does not feel right.    It is much too warm and has been for weeks.
 I have joined several charities, and intend to become more involved with them.     The environment has always been very close to my heart, and it has never needed more help than now.    
     Mr P and I also intend to travel more, perhaps taking the Grandchildren with us..............we are at the moment looking at New York at Easter.    Poppi and Riley, now they are older would love to see it.    I have been several times, and alongside Paris it is one of my favourites.
So all in all I will not be blogging as frequently, I may disappear completely I do not know.   Anyway enough of me :)      

I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a happy New year and hope that all your dreams come true...........    

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Silent footsteps..........

 We are in our 15th year at the farmhouse.     I can remember the day we moved here, it seems like yesterday.     I am by nature a dreamer, a romantic......Mr P a practical man, who keeps me grounded.    I had always wished that one day I would have a large garden, a garden that I alone had planted.
 I never expected the dream to come true.........but come true it did.     A journey began that rooted the garden to me, and me to the garden.
 I had no real experience.    A little girl that helped Dad and Grandad..........oh how grateful I am to them both, for allowing me to get my hands dirty.    
 Both cottage gardeners, compost the most important addition to their garden....never buy a plant, grow it yourself.   
 Oh yes, no real experience, but lots of memories.    Rarely a day goes by, that I do not think of one of them and smile.

 I planted the Californian pine when we moved here.   It wasn't supposed to be this large but it has been a wonderful addition to the garden.    It attracts so many birds, for me a bonus.
I planted a seed two years ago, it has been a long time coming.
My father philosophy was "Let it alone, it will grow if it wants to"     Strangely I have found him to be right.    So often I plant something and forget that I have, then suddenly I notice the first green shoot.     My Father walks with me in this garden.   He spent so much time here.......teaching me the old ways......sitting together in the sunshine chatting about plants.
It is nearly three years since he passed away..........I miss him as much today, as the day he died but it does not hurt anymore.
I think of him with great affection and know I was so lucky to call him 'My Dad'

Saturday, 21 November 2015

Brrr !!

 The weather has turned.      Mild days have left our shores.
 It is cold this morning.....wet......and the wind has a bite to it.
 Wet and cold gets through to my bones these days...........
 No doubt summer blooms will fade with these conditions.
 The birds wait patiently for me to fill the feeders.

 A Goldcrest looks for insects.    One of our tiniest birds 9cm
3 1/2 inches.    Can you see her?
A Nuthatch visits the bird table.............a regular visitor.

It feels like Winter is knocking on the door today but with this topsy turvy weather who knows.
I do know, I will not be gardening this weekend :)

Sunday, 15 November 2015

Watching the birds..........

 I sat and watched the birds this afternoon.
 I struggle to get decent images.    Living in the countryside the birds are not used to people being around.
 I put some birdseed on a tree stump and sat on a bench beneath the old hawthorn tree.
 It took a while but eventually I got some nice images.
My thoughts are very much with the people of France today, especially those living in Paris.      I have visited this beautiful city many times......I have sat in cafĂ©'s , eating, drinking and chatting.    It saddens me to think just how much the world is changing, and that peace seems to be just a word.
I do not know the answer to the problems we face, I wish I did.

Let us aim to harvest peace.
Let us exhaust ourselves ploughing the stony ground.

Modern prayer from Turkey.