We all have to start somewhere.
Great oaks from little acorns grow.
I thought it looked like a good year for apple blossom. And then, to confirm my suspicions, this happened!
It might not sound like much, but there are nine small apples on the (container-grown) apple tree this year. Eight more than last year. Definitely progress!
Not that I need an excuse, but here’s a photograph I’d like to share with you on this warm June evening.
I’m really enjoying my blog’s new look (the Twenty Sixteen Theme) and I keep finding myself wanting to add more posts to see how they work. Got to be good if it encourages me to post more frequently!
I like the clean, uncluttered layout as well as the fact that it seems to display content attractively, whether on PC, tablet or phone. Photographs look bright and stand out clearly against the white background. I love the way my Instagram photos appear to the right of the latest post.
… and an excuse to post another photo of a gooseberry.
As I was checking on the way dictionaries expressed the pronunciation of ‘gooseberry’, I found a few interesting uses of the word.
It is, or was, possible to have gooseberry eyes, which are, so they say, dull and grey, like boiled gooseberries! Or how about a gooseberry wig, which is large and, apparently, ‘frizzled’. Most people have heard of playing gooseberry, but to play old gooseberry was to cause havoc or mischief, ‘Old Gooseberry’ being the Devil himself!
There are also still a few gooseberry shows around the country, such as the famous one at Egton Bridge in North Yorkshire, which started in 1800. Somehow I don’t think the ones in my garden would qualify, but they still look good to me!
I seem to recall that the single gooseberry produced by my plant last year turned a deep red, so possibly more gooseberry ramblngs to follow…
I’ve only got one gooseberry plant; it’s in a fairly small container and has been sadly neglected. Every time there’s a hint of a breeze in the wind tunnel that is my garden, it topples over. But now it’s rewarded me with some of its glowing green gems, so I know I have to repay it by finding it a new and safer home.
On the subject of the gooseberry – how to pronounce the word? One of the dictionaries I consulted tells me it’s:
‘gʊzbəri or ‘gʊzbri
but it could also be
(Apologies to experts if I’ve typed these inaccurately: it was quite difficult to find the right symbols.) I remember my grandmother using the first pronunciation, but my mum uses the last one, as do I. However you pronounce the word, they’re delicious!
From ‘The Garden’ by Andrew Marvell.
What more is there to say?