These garden photos were taken in June. The roses were a triumph, in May and June. Every year there's something to see the garden anew ; noticing differences more: shades, scents, names of the roses, here when we moved in. Learning, appreciating, fascinated - three bushes of 'Gertrude Jekyll' grown together, beautiful bright pink blooms with a divine old fashioned strong scent of rosewater. 'Rambling Rector' little clusters of white rambling up the fence - loved by the bees, forgiving me for a brutal pruning to paint the fence earlier - with a scent of cloves. Hard to believe now, but they were blown down by a heavy wind in May. Striped 'Sentimental' and scented Mortimer Sackler with loose palest pink petals like tissue paper, almost thornless. Clematis tangled through 'The Lady's Blush'. I like to see the veins and markings from underneath with the sunlight showing through. The Lady's Blush rose is possibly my favourite -beginning with pert little goldenpink rosebuds, opening to a double petal pink edged flower, the same shape and size of a wild hedge rose, then gradually fading to an almost white cluster, flowers endlessly repeating after a daily deadheading. I love them, probably remind me of wild hedgerow roses.
Wild roses xXx
So much rain in March and early April . . . should have been weeding, mulching and thinning out plants, instead I painted summer house, and a fence, before the roses took over. B. painted a newly acquired milk churn., potted up with lavender and a few trailing geraniums. The lilacs smelt heavenly, tucked behind the magic apple tree - our neighbour has the best view. Alliums have smaller heads this year, I know this because I kept the seed heads from last year, but maybe more will appear later. Sweet little violas and bellis daisies repeating for months. Roses are in bud, plant and bush spurts of growth,
Definitely early summer now, May going out with a heatwave, warm balmy evenings. Peaceful by the sea as the holiday season isn't yet in full swing. A stroll along the prom; then just sitting on the beach steps, listening to the gentle lap of the waves watching the sun go down. Blissful.
Walking on the beach is new every time. I like to see where the wind has blown the sand, notice what tide's left behind, see who's out walking, and look out at the horizon. Just hear and see the sea. and today I have my camera with me so that you can see it too.
So good to see my sister and brother in law, and spend time together. Taking a whistle stop tour around Blackpool, lovely and sunny with a chilly wind. Visit complete with traditional seaside fish and chips.
Everything is more colourful: narcissus, muscari, pansies, primulas, tulips, herbs in the fairy garden, star magnolia. it's so much lighter. The heavy feeling has shifted. My yoga teacher has made a full recovery. April's garden is beautiful, red- tailed bees are dashing about, courting bird song of blackcaps, chaffinches, sparrows and seagull all in a heady chorus. Spring has sprung!
A neighbour let me play with an antique manual (not a treadle) singer sewing machine that was in a pitiful neglected state when he came across it. It was covered in cobwebs, full of dirt and dust, but I knew that Singers usually work if all the parts are there. The wheel turned, just about; the bobbin winder was stuck solid with grim, on the positive side the long bobbin was in the bobbin shuttle. I'd not used a long bobbin before so this was an interesting challenge.
I looked on the Singer site to find out the date of the serial number. No. 12321485, and came up with the year 1894. Not that original as about 562,000 had been manufactured that year. I found a diagram there about how to thread a long bobbin. I also went on you tube and found how to oil and clean a vintage long bobbin machine by Lizzie Lenard, She has a very helpful blog for vintage quilters too.
I must say I found a pastry brush, and inter-dental toothbrushes, and metal polish most useful for the cleaning task. It was only when polishing the metal badge on the front of the machine that I realised that the emblem was a bobbin shuttle. 'Pearl' now positively gleams, works well if simply; a wonderful piece of nineteenth century engineering.
,A few years ago I remember reading a blog where the blogger called her singer sewing machine Pearl, made me smile at the time. As this one has now found a new lease of life and is singing again, I will dedicate this one to that blogger (sorry I don't know her name or her blog any more), and my fondness for Elkie Brooks!
Spent a lovely day with Sean, Victoria and Jura, as they were shortly moving from Keswick up to Fort William. Walking out from The Lingholm Estate www.thelingholmestate.co.uk after a bite to eat at the Lingholm kitchen cafe and shop to Derwent Water, very misty, always beautiful. Ubiquitous daffodils steal the show and some gorgeous red rhododendrons, Alpacas and a selfie.
A new Easter bunny, Parsnip, is happily sitting in a basket with chocolate chicks and bunnies. Parsnip's soft fur is made with velour furnishing fabric, with blue spotted cotton ears. Dressed a little hastily last night and slept in his clothes to make an appearance this morning; from recycled baby T-shirt and trousers. His eyes, mouth and claws are coloured embroidery thread. I think he will be sporting some better clothes very soon.
A sweet little duckling card from my sister Ang. A painted boiled egg for breakfast. I still like the tradition of painting real eggs, even with no children here. Crafting and sewing makes me happy, 'good when times are difficult or stressful, and a pleasure at anytime.'
Two little hearts made for friends I meet at a weekly aqua zumba class and have coffee afterwards. One friend, her Mother died last week at the amazing age of 101. To think of all the historical events she has lived through - and changes witnessed. . . two world wars. . .
A photo on a card, poppies from the weeping window at Hereford Cathedral, sent to me last week from a dear friend, Denise. I haven't done her photo justice as she's managed to take the poppies with snow in the foreground. The poppies are there until the 29th April; part of a touring 5 year arts programme connecting people with the First World War. www.herefordcathedral.org I don't think I will get to see them so its lovely to have this picture. . . Thinking of my friends, the poppies, . . . thoughts of my own dear Mum and Dad, both passed away - my Mum fifteen years ago last week, and my Dad thirty-four years ago last week. . My eldest son's birthday born thirty- four years ago, Sean, from the Irish, meaning, 'gracious, - a gift from God', one of my most precious gifts.
A Buddha, my new garden ornament; a wonderful unexpected gift from my current yoga teacher. She has been ill with a chest infections and difficulty breathing (a real worry for a yoga teacher) for the past six weeks, I offered and have taught the class for the past two weeks. My insurance is valid even though I haven't taught for two years due to moving and Brian's medical appointments. Teaching again has been a privilege and a pleasure. The Buddha is sitting in the sunshine among the daffodils.
It is Easter Sunday, Christ is risen; for me there is no conflict between Buddha and Christ. Compassion, forgiveness, passion, a nurturing gentle breath of life, resurrection. Love, light and happiness are all. Happy Easter X
"Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares,
And take the winds of March with beauty"
Daffodils (narcissus) in their yellow petticoats and green gowns made their welcome appearance for Spring Equinox. Still a biting cold north easterly wind, but how lovely the lengthening days of light. . . daffodils shouldn't be put with other cut flowers or they will poison them. When they die down, even though untidy, they shouldn't be tied back or their leaves cut; leave them for six weeks and they will repay you double in bulbs for next year. Groups of bulbs may be lifted and divided in early summer to improve flowering. Narcissus, loved for many centuries, were used in ancient Egyptian funeral wreathes. Immortalised, among others by William Wordsworth as a 'host of golden daffodils' growing wild in the Lake District.
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