Yesterday was one of those typical days of English summer: blue skies and sunshine, sparkling drizzle, brief torrential rain and blustery gusts of wind. I dressed appropriately – sleeveless blouse and sunglasses, but also a scarf – and carried an umbrella – not just a little fold-up one tucked in my handbag, but a full size golfing umbrella, which was needed before I’d got to the end of the street.
Continue reading “brightside down”
En route to the station, I pass by these lovely purple flowers:
The plant must be well over six foot in height – the flowers tumble over a fence too high for me to look over – and I think it must be growing in the garden of a pub that has been “under offer” for at least the last six months.
Continue reading “identification and limitation”
I don’t have time to write very much today, so am settling for posting a picture of a busy bee.
Bees are familiar visitors to the blog, so if you want to read more, click that link and check out some old posts.
“There is pansies, that’s for thoughts”
(They may, in fact, be violas, in which case my mind and this blog post are equally empty of thoughts.)
blue-tiered wisteria
tumbles from the walls.
And, once more, close-up consideration of flowers has me wishing I had studied differential geometry, topology, or perhaps just topiary.
don't confuse the narrator 