Yesterday, I ended the blog post with a photograph of rose hips craning their necks to reach between the uprights of a black iron fence. It made me think just how many such photos I have, of flowers and fences.
I don’t actually have many photos of anything on the computer I’m using at the moment – they are mostly copied off onto an external drive- But even among the few that I can access quickly, I have found enough to confirm that, as a general rule, plants appear to want to escape the caged confines that humans impose on them.
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So, this post is going to be a collection of fairly random thoughts and photos taken over the last week or so, and the challenge for me is whether I can link them together and make something coherent from them.
I might simply fall at the first hurdle, as I really don’t know what to say about the pretty little yellow flowers in the top picture. I think the plant is probably some kind of berberis, better known for its bright berries than for its blossom.
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I’m going to have to face up to the fact that my eyesight is not what it was. I’ve been wearing glasses with varifocal lenses for the best part of two years and I don’t think that hour after hour of Zoom and Skype meetings this year has helped at all. So when I was out for a walk the other day and spotted what appeared to be a hedge full of spiders, I didn’t really believe that’s what it would be, and approached, albeit cautiously.
It wasn’t spiders, it was seedheads.
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I said yesterday that most of the photos I take are of plants, especially flowers and seed heads, so today I was determined to post something that wasn’t floral.
And I’ve had the joy of spending most of the weekend copying the contents of a stack of old CDs onto an external hard drive, so I have a lot of photos to choose from. True, not all the files on the four dozen CDs were photographs, but the vast majority were. And having had a look through the first half dozen discs, I wonder why on earth I kept half of them.
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It’s autumn, and the hedgerows are bright with berries. But there are other flashes of red, too, competing with the bryony, hips and haws.
This feathery tangle is Robin’s pincushion, which I found on the wild roses around the racecourse.
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