This creature was buzzing outside my window this morning, investigating all the cracks and crannies that might give access to the space that the old blind used to roll up into.
Category: village life
great oaks and giant redwoods
Wildflowers and grasses
dwarf my three-year oak.
The spring breeze whispers:
Patience! Time will tell.
Of course the tree in the picture isn’t the “three-year oak”. (Though I think the little one would be quite a bit taller if it hadn’t been accidentally strimmed a couple of times in its first year!)
The photo is of one of the trees on the neighbouring plot.
They tower over our greenhouse and when the wind blows in autumn, acorns skitter across the flat roof and I am tempted to run like Henny Penny to warn everybody that “the sky is falling!”
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feather brained
The village is running an ornithological photography competition.
So unless I build a hide in the greenhouse and stalk what I think must be a pair of black redstarts who are nesting there, or set up the step ladder on the verandah and try and peer into the swallows’ neat adobe home, neither of which seem to be recommended courses of action, I don’t think I’ll be entering the competition.
I have, however, had a little more luck taking pictures of this marvellous creature with his spectacular feathered antennae. (Go on: click the photo and check him out close up!)
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surprised by scarlet
Perhaps size matters. Scale certainly does.
Without further information, is one of the flowers shown really any more spectacular than the other?
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