Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Well turned out

The days are lengthening and the grass is romping away, in the wind the fields quiver and team with life. All creatures great and small. May saw "The Turn Out", young lambs and calves put out to graze for the first time. It is a joyful, bucolic scene, one I have come to know and love these last few years here on our hill. There is something timeless about the land being grazed. The verges are frothing with cow parsley and studded with clover and vetch. Walking takes me to forgotten fields and corners less trodden as I try to check fences and gate posts are fit for purpose! Some are, and some are not, so the cycle of repairing and renewal begins. Boodle accompanies me and keeps watch over the flock, come with us if you have a minute...
 
 I have taken to going the long way round...both literally and metaphorically. 
Taking longer, saying less, noticing more... 

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Sunday, 10 May 2015

May...

...I introduce you to some shopping, walking, reading, cooking, washing...in other words the weekend!










 









...that's all folks! 
No need for blurb from me I thought! Except to say that I could stare at the velvety owl fluff at that sits next to the Boodle's ears for days...and never stop feeling the heart swelling choke in my throat when I do...
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Sunday, 3 May 2015

To the Tulips, with teeth! (The Tulip Tattoo).

May! Glorious month, the garden is all dressed for a wedding, the grass is strewn with papery petal fall...and the wind bites and I perpetually wish I had a coat.



I had the pleasure of visiting Pashley Manor this week, the annual Tulip Festival is in full swing. What a pageant it is. I am not sure that I "like" order, military rows, tulips on the parade ground but there's no denying it is a spectacle. As I look at the perfectly spaced planting and the harmonised colours I am strangely reminded of a military Tattoo. I fancy I can hear the cymbals clash as the band marches in perfect unison.
Let's begin in the Bloms marquee. Trestles set with glass vases filled with specimen tulips, arranged by colour.


I like tulips with teeth! spiked edges, articulated cabbagey petals, parrots in other words!




But not exclusively, I have a real crush on this ravishing tulip, dusky terracotta with hints of pinky lilac, as seen in the Long Toms at Perch Hill.La Belle Epoque.
Outside in the garden I am drawn less by the amazing massed beds and more to the urns, I like the idea that a garden urn is a giant vase of flowers.


 

Love this greenhouse! Bit more than a greenhouse in truth...a passionflower is clinging to a lattice of canes and there are lovely sculptures nestled betwixt scented geraniums and other tender specimen.
 

The house is devastatingly handsome, all timber framed Medieval to the front and Georgian symmetry to the back, dripping in jewels, wisteria drops and clematis stars.




There is a Corps de Ballet analogy to be made too...and if I was ever in doubt enter the black swan stage left...


 Note to self: When visiting Tulip Tattoo/Ballet always wear another layer...the wind has teeth!
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PS. I rather fell in love with this wonderfully stoic lady taking tea in the arctic breeze and thought how brilliantly English! When I said hello I was reminded how foolish it is to assume, she was Dutch! Of course she was, we were in a tulip garden.