Category: Walking the territory

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

The Bees

There are about five bees here, all enjoying yesterdays sunshine. There are three carder bees and two white-tailed bumble bees. I’m think this is a hairy-footed flower bee. I suspect there may be miner bees here too. We used to have them in our walls a few years ago, and they were quite disconcerting as…
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June 5, 2019 0

Bringing in the Summer

We have had erratic weather, sometimes very warm, sometimes cold and windy, a lot of sunshine, a bit of cloud, but on the whole, not enough rain. The garden is unusually dry, and what is particularly annoying, it has done nothing to discourage those well-known wet-lovers, slugs and horsetails, which are flourishing mightily. Fortunately, so…
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May 24, 2019 0

Bluebells at Inchmahome

We always try to go to Inchmahome in spring to see the bluebells. They can be up to three weeks behind us here at a much lower level, so it’s a guess when the best time is, but this year, I think we hit peak bluebell. They are everywhere under the trees I took the…
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May 1, 2019 2

Frost in the Territory of Rain

This is the new camera. I’m calling it the beast because it is so much bigger than I thought it would be. And, beside it, its little sister, the compact. One unexpected spin off from getting the beast is that the manuals tell me so much about getting the best out of little sister, and…
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January 23, 2019 0

Lost Connections

These are my local hills, the Ochils, stretching out as far as Perth, marking the boundary with Fife. They have been on the edge of my horizon for thirty-six years, and though I am not a hill-walker, they have fed my imagination all that time. Stories of historic battles, witches, artists, farmers, and silver miners,…
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November 14, 2018 0

The Territory of Summer

This is no longer the territory of rain – at least for now. There hasn’t been a summer like this since about August 1994 – which is when I wrote a journal post that became this: Sunlight hits a blow to the head, and the sky is molten, carved by the screaming flight of swifts…
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June 28, 2018 0

The Quiet Week

Today is sunny and not even too cold, which makes today the last before the cold air from Siberia hits. Forecasts show that the day time temperatures won’t rise so high and the night time ones will dip lower over the next fortnight, reminding me of that cold spring when daffodils came out and stayed…
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February 21, 2018 0

Winter is Coming

The robins are active in the garden, and though there are still swallows and housemartins about, last week there was the winter landfall of starlings all in their speckled feathers. The first geese are about, and the black-headed gulls have their white winter heads on. The summer windowboxes are almost done, and yesterday I planted…
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September 14, 2017 0

Changing Seasons

While demand for power is relatively low, the turbines at the Corra Linn Fall are turned off so you can see them at their best. So we did. We took our grand-daughter, and we picked wild raspberries and blaeberries, spotted new pine and fir cones, wild flowers, emerging mushrooms and interesting stones – a really…
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August 9, 2017 0

May in the Territory of Rain

Well not so much territory of rain this week. It is beautifully hot and sunny, and  after everything in the garden hanging fire for about a fortnight, it has all started happening at once. Seeds have grown (but so have a million weeds), the thyme and sage have come into flower, and I have started…
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May 26, 2017 0