Sunday, 30 August 2009
Saturday, 29 August 2009
The golden rule is to pick up and remove all clippings - leave lying on the surface and the fertility of the soil will begin to increase again.
Hardheads, the local name I learnt for Knapweed in my Chiltern Hills childhood, is a favourite flower of mine. Although normally purply-mauve (above), I found this bi-coloured one and some pure white flowered ones growing in an old meadow - rarities, indeed. I live in hope that they might appear one day in the secret valley!
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Friday, 21 August 2009
I wriggle through the opening and drop to the floor, a few feet below. Standing up, I see I'm in a small circular room and, above me, see that the ceiling is cloistered like in an old abbey building. And then I wake up and feel so warm and good inside that I'm happy all day.
Monday, 17 August 2009
The walled, organic gardens at Daylesford, too, are shown to be quite an unusual shape: the intricate design of the parterre giving way to a less formal area uses this to its advantage - a study in good design. Saxon ridge and furrow field systems are also shown in sharp relief. There are a lot of these around the Cotswolds and they can originate from as far back as a thousand years although many were worked up until a couple of hundred years ago. Now preserved and retained as pasture, often the drier, warmer ridges have quite different wild flowers growing compared with the damper furrows.
The balloon's shadow chasing us is a favourite photo as also is this one of the burners in full flame!
Thursday, 13 August 2009
And it's offical: it started in Spring when the BBC reported (so it must be true!) that clouds of Painted Ladies had been seen off the English coast, soon to arrive from annual migration from Africa. And sure enough, just a few days later, the hedgerows of the secret valley suddenly had dozens of them resting on the fresh new leaves and, every so often, stretching their wings to absorb what warmth there was.
Then just as suddenly they were gone! They had laid their eggs and, I assume died, their purpose in life over. Now they are back, or if I'm correct, their offspring are, feeding on the late summer nectar of the wild flowers and, in the garden, on the lavender and buddleia bushes.
The Peacocks, too, are plentiful but these we see all year round, for in the winter they come into the cottage and hibernate in between the folds of the curtains or some other dark place. Periodically, when the log burner is set on high and the house warms up, they fly around before settling down again for another long sleep. The one below is feeding in the garden on Phlox 'Hesperis', so called because of its similarity to the Dame's Violet - and just as beautifully fragrant.
It is the smaller butterflies that I especially like, the subdued markings of the Speckled Wood have the loveliest 'eye spots' on their wings, the colour of Devonshire clotted cream. The Gatekeeper is a much livelier and brighter coloured one, the one in the photo conveniently stopped for a moment on a wild scabious.
The 'blues' are the trickiest to identify. The two photographs below are of the Small Blue (I think), the female not looking very blue at all!
And soon all will be gone! Some migrating back to Africa or hibernating in a log pile or other sheltered place but the majority dying with the frosts,their species overwintering as pupa below the leaf litter to emerge as adults in the spring - which is, perhaps, the biggest test of 'as tough as old boots' of them all.