Last week was all about stones. Nest spaces, cairns, brochs, walls, scree, cliffs, standing stones, hearth places, earth houses, burial chambers. And birds, including arctic skuas, which I’d never seen before, and several daylight owls. It was cold and wet and sometimes windy. There will be many stone poems.
Last week’s starlings have found their wings, and now they are all over the garden like joy-riders, scaring the wits out of the magpies, who are behaving more like grumpy old men than the ruthless predators they are reputed to be. Their own babies, however, hatched last week and they’ll go after anything. I saw… Read More »
May EveningAir quivers with rain.The Ochils hide behindwalls of new leaves. Since that evening, the rain has stopped, the sun has come out, and the forecast for the week says gardening. There is much more green about. A nest full of starlings fledged while I was hanging out the washing. I could hear a lot… Read More »
Last week was mostly cold, mostly wet. The two bright spots were the greenhouse, where everything is maturing nicely, even the courgettes and pumpkins coming through when I expect them, and the goldfinches. A few months ago I moved my desk into the window so I could work in the light, and it has been… Read More »
This isn’t our appletree. It belongs to our next-door neighbour. We don’t have fruit trees, which I think is a pity, but it’s great for everyone else, because we are the ones you can give your surplus to, and we are very grateful. It’s cherry blossom time too, and there’s a whole avenue of pink… Read More »
I didn’t get out and about much last week, what with the showers and with not being very well. While I was in the house, out in the territory, spring was getting busy. Almost all the trees are in leaf, that burning intense green (with undernotes of copper and yellow) that is almost a cure… Read More »
After the warm lovely days, came frost and snow and hail. Somehow, things kept on growing. We had Easter with all our children and our grand-daughter. Then several of us got sick. In the north-east, a sudden spell of harsh weather in spring is sometimes called a ‘gowk (or cuckoo) storm’. When it’s over you… Read More »
February The curlew’s first spring songrises from the mud, faint as river mist.Like dragon-fly wings it strengthens, brightens in the budding sun. A bit late – it needed a bit of tidying up!
Winter is over and summer is comeand the sound of the lawn-mower is heard in the land. I caught a glimpse of a blackbird hen trying to get about three feet of grass stem into the hedge this week. I am fairly certain there is a dunnock nesting there, as well as a colony of… Read More »
I have borrowed a camera from my daughterjust in time to show you how the garden is behaving. The herbs are always quickest to start – someone said they have the souls of weeds, which give them incredible vigour and hardiness (translated, means they get out of hand very easily!), and the thyme which you… Read More »