The View from Here: anticipating September

Fields have been cut and now lie quietly: yellow, dusky browns and soft ochres permeate the view

Title unashamedly stolen from Nicole at An Entertaining Mess.

August has not been great.  It’s had some wonderful highlights to be sure, but it’s also had some stress and energy dips and significant upsets.  Opportunities for posting have been few: either through other commitments or through lack of brain power.  Although I have a few posts published in August, as the month draws to a close I have others as yet unwritten from July.  I’m feeling muddled: on the blog; in family relationships; in the house, the garden, the car….  I’m just one massive befuddled muddle!

It will pass.  And meanwhile, September approaches.  I love September.  Continue reading “The View from Here: anticipating September”

August in the Garden: the conifer

On a dull day the blooms shine brightly

A tall, bushy, yellow-green conifer grows to roof height: marking the start of a tangled terrace that runs along the back of the house.  The conifer itself is massive, looming large in the western garden.  I’m not a fan of conifers but I like this one.  It’s well-positioned: breaking up the view to the west and contributing to the sense of a secret garden beyond it.  We park our cars between the house and this conifer, so from the secret garden the conifer hides the cars as well as the bulk of the house. Continue reading “August in the Garden: the conifer”

The View from Here: we have been shorn

As I drive along, after the farmers have performed their nightly shearing, I feel like I’m driving along a motorway

As July closes, the farmers are busy. There is relatively little arable farming here: the fields are often too steep to make it sensible.  But there’s plenty of hay to gather in.  Harvesting by day – and shearing the banks by night. Continue reading “The View from Here: we have been shorn”

July in the garden: looking eastwards

I suspect we’re in for some serious work in this eastern stretch

We don’t have a front and a back garden.  The house is positioned roughly midway between the east and western perimeters so we have two side gardens.  Because you have to pass through it to get to the house, the westward space might be thought of as the front garden, which makes the eastern stretch by default into the back garden.  Certainly it has the appearance and feel of a more conventional family garden.  I seem to have written several times about the area to the west; it’s time I redressed the balance. Continue reading “July in the garden: looking eastwards”