and it is not over yet, as the light hangs in the night time air
some people may think that the year peaks later, but all around us the message is that this solstice marks the beginning of the end. The air is full of fledglings with attendant parents thinking job almost done. Growing things are nearing maturity – although maybe not the celeriac
or aubergines
but Jerusalem Artichoke is going for it
Courgettes are burgeoning
berries swelling
Meanwhile the Lower Field has a wash stand
and we are developing a pigtail barometer – if it is muddy then rain is happening
Bert is broody, making a nest of rough branches
The chicks from our own eggs are looking perky
The Vehicle went for an MOT – we picked it up and were told all was well but there was a nest on the spare wheel:
Having had a weekend visitation we have cut flowers
These are permeating the house with delicious aroma
and these are a result of cutting back to allow light to enter the visitor room
Does floppy know he might be the Last Cockerel Standing
The ducks divert the hose to provide themselves with a shower
Water Lily of the day
Rose of the day:
Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:
Gribin Isaf 