This is a close up of a large, limestone boulder, pitted with a network of holes. It was part of a water and rock installation we saw in the family garden at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center in Austin Texas. I’m sharing it in response to the weekly photo challenge: intricate.
I stir a little honey in my coffee each morning and firmly believe it’s much better for me than sugar (please don’t break the illusion!). It’s sweeter and tastier, so I use less.
I’ve recently sipped my way through a special jar of crinum honey, made by bees lucky enough to forage in idyllic surroundings on the crop of crinum lilies that flourish almost at their hive legs at Jenks Farmer’s flower farm. Thanks Tom and Jenks! Continue reading “My morning honey, crinums, hives and carpenter bees”
It’s ironic that Charlotte Brontë – who fruitlessly campaigned for her work to be judged on the same terms as men – is now about as close to the ranks of DWEM (dead, white, European, male writers) as a woman can be.
Her views – like herself – are from the 19th century. So perhaps I shouldn’t be so surprised to see bloggers struggling with the idea of whether it’s OK for today’s women to read the pioneering books written by this Victorian writer. Continue reading “Is it OK to read Charlotte Brontë’s books?”
I always leave Hidcote wishing that it was pretty much on my doorstep: I’d love to visit more often so I could watch this oversized, hundred year old cottage garden move gracefully from season to season.
If you follow my blog, you’ll be aware of my weakness for shade plants. I don’t mind at all that their flowers are rarely flashy: demure beauty is fine by me.
I’m from a part of the world (Lancashire, England) where wandering in the woods – I was going to say ‘is a commonplace experience’, but nature rarely offers that, so far as I’m concerned, so I’ll make myself clearer. At home, we walk in the woods for pleasure, exercise, fresh air, to enjoy the season: it doesn’t normally involve risking many dangers.
It was suggested that the most appropriate image for this week’s photo challenge: early bird would be a shot of the tousled hair I’m sorrowfully sporting most mornings when I awake, but I decided to spare you that.
Instead, here are some rain-soaked daffodils: a lovely cultivar I haven’t seen before with flowers in soft shades of cream and white. I was so excited to have the chance to enjoy a behind-the-scenes visit to this historic bulb nursery when the plants were at the peak of flowering that I was hopping amongst the daffodils before the sun had fully risen. Continue reading “Weekly photo challenge: dawn daffodils”