Some vibrant autumn berries.
Yew: waxy, beguiling, poisonous.
Cotoneaster: waxwing temptation, I hope.
Holly: shy, early, forgotten.
Honeysuckle: sticky, showy, scary!
Late August is the time for Froggatt Show: a delightful way to spend a warm Saturday afternoon. There are stalls selling jam, cakes, jewellery, plants, candles in teacups… I could go on. There are horses and ponies, classic cars and tractors. And so many dogs, taking their owners for a pleasant afternoon stroll. But the main attraction for me is the show tent, where people enter their lovingly grown produce and carefully nurtured flowers in the hope of winning prizes.
To be honest, I felt a little conspicuous using my large camera in front of so many people. Would anyone object to their prize cabbage being captured for posterity? So I used my phone. The interior of the white marquee made the flash fire, of course, but I think the results look interesting in a way.
Recommended for a traditional English day out!
There’s a very new, very small pond in our garden. Raw at first, it filled gradually with rainwater. Then, before we had even decided what to do with it, nature began to move in. First, there was a huge yellow frog, which didn’t stay long.
Then a beetle.
We bought some plants to improve the pond’s appearance, but also for oxygenation purposes.
Great excitement ensued when we found that two frogs had taken up residence; their activities are monitored with immense enthusiasm. That shivery feeling when they emerge in the dusk to go hunting! Laughter as they plop back in. Of course, we also hope they will keep the slug population under control…