Tiny cowslips in the garden on Christmas Eve. Just what is going on here?
The view through my windscreen as I sat in a car park. It has its own kind of beauty.
Christmas tree in the rain at the Bodleian Library, Oxford.
Not the best photographs, as I didn’t want to get my phone wet! But I think there’s a mood to them.
Fleeting sunshine today. A trip out was planned, but abandoned suddenly. I took the camera into the garden instead. Watery sunlight pointed out some brown, lacy hydrangeas:
Yesterday I upturned a plant pot to empty it in preparation for new planting in spring. The compost had held its shape, steadied by a network of roots: gleaming, smooth and rich – like a plum pudding.
I’ll be planting this soon: a small cowslip plant to replace the one that disappeared last year. A wonderful fresh green, to offset the greys and browns which dominate the garden now.
Something to look forward to!
Finding my feet again after a fearsome flu-type virus.
Hoping for a happy and peaceful New Year – for everyone!
I took these last Sunday in the Peak District. How the weather can change in a week! Today: grey, raw, sleet and general murk. Just shows how we should make the most of things while we can.
Cold but searingly beautiful up on the moors this weekend. Pale gold grasses; stiff bronze bracken; hard jet shadows. Presiding over all, a bone-white moon. Faint but welcome warmth in the sun. The light so strong it shows up every imperfection in my camera. I really must do something about that …
Some dark January shots from the garden …
but also signs of new life:
With not a snowflake in sight (though I’m hoping for snowdrops)!
It’s so mild that I’ve been tempted outdoors to do some jobs in the garden. I’ve re-potted a cyclamen (an indoor plant, this one, so not very daring of me) in the hope of keeping it flowering a little longer. I’ve rescued some hyacinth bulbs that I put away last summer and forgot about. Guilt made me look for them and give them a new residence. They were sprouting, and therefore deserve a chance, but they’ll have to remain outside as I found a large grub in the roots of one; I can’t risk them around my avocado plants and cacti, in case any more beasties are lurking therein. The amaryllis bulbs had completely collapsed – eaten by said grub, I suspect.
Last but definitely not least, I’ve tidied up the two old sinks I use for bulbs. A few plants had decided to set up camp: marjoram, which had seeded there from an adjoining sink; Ajuga, or bugleweed, which spreads like purple wildfire; and a berried shrub whose name I don’t know. Nothing wrong with any of them, but they were threatening to drown the spring bulbs. Now I’m looking forward to the colourful return of my miniature daffodils and irises.
‘Someone’ had put a plastic pond-liner at the bottom of the garden, exactly where my snowdrops come up, year after year. It didn’t seem important in summer, when we bought it, but I suddenly realised how close we are to snowdrop time and moved it away. The shoots look pale and flattened, but I think they’ll recover! (I posted about snowdrops in February 2015.)
Definitely a lot to look forward to in the next few weeks.
Taken on a frosty day in the gardens of Chatsworth House. So many robins there – some spirited territorial disputes!