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Wonderful sentiments, is that the right word? Lovely purple hair, great picture.
Tomorrow is another day, who knows what it will bring but there is always some kind of magical promise of the unknown.
I found this lovely poem on a website called PoemHunter.com which I thought I’d share with you ..
It’s by a guy called Hebert Logerie and goes like this;
Tomorrow is another day to be strong,
Another day to hum a thankful song.
Tomorrow brings hope and happiness,
It’s another day to chase away all classes of sadness,
All categories of madness, and all species of silliness.
It is indeed another occasion to dream,
Tomorrow will be pleasant; let’s scream,
From the top of our lungs; let’s raise steam.
Tomorrow is another day to enjoy life.
It’s another hour to ignore the sighing wife.
Stop worrying, stop meditating; tomorrow will come,
With all styles of amenities, on top of the dome,
A crowd of pigeons are about to…
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Lovely review, wonderful hummers. Well done.
In Haida legend hummingbirds bring joy and healing. We commonly encounter the Rufus Hummingbird in our area of Northern Vancouver Island. In early spring these little energy-powerhouses leave their wintering grounds in Mexico and find their way north following the early sea level blooms of red flowering current and salmonberry.
The males, distinguished by their bright red neck markings, arrive first. They stake out their feeding territory and defend it with gusto. I’ve seen this phenomenon first hand. The little guy below maintains an ongoing post perched on the edge of our butterfly chimes right next door to the feeder. He is relentless in driving off the other hummingbirds that come around. Though every now and then, a group of five to six females will work together to take over the feeder for a few hours.
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First June Blog. 2-6-18
A Breath of Summer.
Let me see a summer sunrise,
New day dawning, bright and gay,
Hear birds call to taunt each other,
Welcoming a brand new day.
Poppy buds unfolding slowly,
New red petals, shining bright,
Roses growing in the arbor,
Sweetly scenting through the night.
Fruits on vines are gently ripening,
Apples burgeoning on the bough,
Rhubarb crunkling as it’s bursting,
Cherries reddening here and now.
I love the warmth of summer sunbeams,
Creamy stukes of wheat in fields,
Orangey early apricots ready,
The wonder of Nature and its yields.
Summer here in all its glory,
I have lived it, many a year,
As I age, i’ll miss it always
When my time to go is near.
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. June 2nd, 2018.
It finally came! Summer, and it seemed so slow and then……..all of a rush….. it appreared, and, if not as sunny as we wish, then warmer and a tad humid will do. All is acceptable.
I suppse this is to be expected. I mean, how many summer starts have I been privy to, all these years? Quite a bundle of them, and probably few have been exactly the same.
I re-watched a film recently, ‘Jackie Brown’ where a character is asked ‘can you trust Melanie’? The answer was, ‘ you can always trust Melanie to be Melanie’. And this is how I feel about the British weather/summer, you can always expect it to be changeable yet still the same.
I wrote in my last May blog about herbs, thinking I had bought the last I was going to get. NO! I found a new one I had not seen before ( though obviously knew existed) a Peppermint plant. I do have ordinary mint, though the leaves on this plant looked different in the store. When stroked they give off a lovely peppermint aroma. ( when I saw the leaves at home, they are not much different. My eyes!)
I grow these herbs to touch and smell when I am able to sit outside, I seldom use them in cooking. It is a lovely addition to my collection, even though it cost double that of the other herbs I have bought this season, though probably still cheaper than from a nursery.
However, I like Petunias for the summer garden and, at a reasonable price, I purchased a tray. Should not have done as it means I have to buy a new container to house them. But I promise, these are the last plants this season.
With a new bag of compost and a new container, I have now bedded all the plants. The new mint will sit in its own pot temporarily. Remembering what the mint from last year did, grow lots of roots, taking space from other herbs, then this one will have to live by itsself, perhaps I will purchase a larger pot for it next week. I will ponder on this matter.
So, what is next in the gardening world? Sit in the sun and contemplate the size of my gooseberries. Sit again and watch my raspberries ripening, catch the bees flitting from one last flower to another hoping for a bit more pollen or sweet nectar. Perhaps only now have time to try some art work in warm surroundings in between medical appointments. Perhaps!
Elderberry bushes have thrived on the recent rain. They are overflowing and will need cutting back, somehow.
So here is my contemplative summer. Peaceful, filled with late lunchtime birdsong ( they seem to choose this time, for whatever reason. ) I am not normally awake at 4 a.m. to hear them all calling, chirping, so lunch time is the birdsong time for me.
Please take very good care going out and about, dear reader. Bless you all.
How wonderful they have survived so long.
I have always been fascinated by the architectural ingenuity of humanity, especially in periods or places where resources seem lacking. One case in point is the tulou, a type of large, multi-storied communal home built with wood and fortified with mud walls. Built between the 15th and 20th centuries in China’s subtropical Fujian province in the south, these structures were not only durable — 46 survive to this day — but they conformed with feng shui principles and are cleverly sited to be close to tea, tobacco, rice fields, and lush forests, giving their denizens access to crucial resources and livelihoods.
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Last May Blog. 28-5–18
(Picture of last years tubs)
My herb tubs are not doing too badly. Last years mint has gone woody and the tub is overrun with its roots. Autumn or next year, it has to come out. It seems easy to buy a pot of mint each spring in the supermarkets to re-plant in the tub. I did buy a new pot of mint but have planted it in its own container a little way away from the main tub.
My Rosemary from last year, is still alive, though it is tending to be a bit spindly. Still, the aroma when you run your fingers through the leaves, is wonderful.
I split my Sage pot ( the ones I planted last year from cut stems I bought in a packet, (two of which survived to become small sage plants) into the two separate plants that survived being cut then planted, then go through winter. I put one in my big tub and replaced the other sage plant back into its smaller pot. Seems to be ok so far.
The pot of chives I planted earlier in the big tub are not looking so good. May have to replace them and I think the mint roots are choking them.
Earlier this spring I also bought some Basil. Seems ok though not especially abundant. I also bought some more Lemon Thyme to plant in the smaller tub with the regular Thyme from last year. That also appears to be surviving, so far.
A couple of weeks ago I bought a beautiful Greek Basil, growing in a kind of ball-shape in its packaging. It is also competing with the mint roots in the large tub but appears to be holding its own. Think I bought it at Sainsburys as a herb plant, hanging out near the vegetable section ( not in the plants and flowers section). It has delicate small leaves. The scent is not quite as strong as the ordinary Basil, but lovely to touch and have the scent on my hand.
So, all in all, not so bad. There is little space for any more smelly plants, and basically I just grow them to inhale their aromas.
I almost forgot the Borage, given to me quite a few years ago and now pop up like weeks. But their little blue flowers are pretty and I let them grow a bit wild until the spring is past or they outgrow their space. The bees need their early flowers and they are around when the bluebells open their buds, they make a pretty sight, lots of blue with a touch of pink on the reverse side of the petals.
I sat outside to get some sunshine. Was hot. I have quite a few dwarf raspberries ( the bees have pollinated well) a few gooseberries but not as many redcurrants as I thought there would be. I have a few blueberries too, again, not as many as I had hoped and still no flowers on the pink blueberry bush. Such is Nature.
The birds were singing for a while, it was as quiet as it can be ( traffic a few gardens away) and somewhat peaceful but oh, so hot. So only a short time in case I damage my skin.
Keep safe out there.
I came across an old post while I was rummaging through the files. It looked at the decades of an ordinary life…my life… and how the things that seem ordinary to you, while you are living them, can look very different to an observer. As I skimmed back through the paragraphs, I was watching the fish in the aquarium out of the corner of my eye. Two of the little loaches had ventured out to feed. They are shy creatures and I seldom see them, so I stopped to watch.
One of them was the original hitchhiking loach that had survived an almost waterless journey on a plant, the other was one of the juveniles I had procured to keep him company. The original loach has grown, losing the ‘vermisimilitude’ that had horrified me when I found him, and is looking far more like a fish, while the smaller…
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