“We do not remember days; we remember moments.” Cesare Pavese
Being here …
… in our topsy-turvy house …
… with this view.
Sunrises …
… sunsets …
… and rainbows.
Lansallos Cove …
… and Ethy Wood.
And tea with Daphne.
A bloggy thing – but one day I’ll be thankful to have this to look back on
Where we went: Lansallos, Lerryn, Lanreath, Pelynt. Not all of which have found their way into this month’s posts, but they’ll turn up eventually Continue reading “April round-up: what we did, where we went”
I’m a fair-weather gardener and we’ve not had a lot of fair weather this month
Time and weather have been stacked against me this month. There’s so much to do in general, plus I’m a fair-weather gardener and we’ve not had a lot of fair weather this month. Also of course, they do say (whoever ‘they’ might be) that it’s best to live with a garden for a full year before making any changes. Not sure how well I’ll manage to follow that advice… Continue reading “April in the Garden: making a start”
And so April gave me what must surely be her last hurrah: a pin-sharp, vibrant morning to remember
As I climbed up the stairs not long after dawn this morning I knew from the quality of the light it would be bright and frosty. And it was – in spades! It was a stupendous morning! Continue reading “The View from Here: April’s last Hurrah”
… one thing remains constant: the weather may be mercurial but the view from here is always entrancing
As I sat here, early this morning, it hailed. Great chunks of ice clattering down. But at least we haven’t had snow, like many parts of the country. Although snow would have been nice now I think about it… Continue reading “The View from Here: capricious April”
I’m imagining a large, naturalistic hazel … bearing a mass of catkins in the early spring…
The bank is the first thing to greet you as you turn into Highfield. Continue reading “April in the Garden: welcoming banks”
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
There’s been plenty of domestic bird activity for me to watch lately. Spring-time is a busy period in the avian calendar.
As April reached the three-quarter point I was charmed by a pair of house sparrows, Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: front row seats”
The view from here is filled with promise
Monday: I like Mondays! Monday is the beginning of my week and I love beginnings of all kinds: great or small; humdrum, life-changing or complete one-offs. Continue reading “The View from Here: beginnings”
Springtime is … surely the very best time to inherit a garden
I always intended to write about the garden on a monthly basis at the very least. But the month is gathering herself to a close; a great deal has been awakening outside and I’ve yet to start recording what we arrived to and what April herself has achieved. Continue reading “April in the Garden? Eventually!”
I wonder whether Gilbert would have been able to explain the wonderful buzzard activity I witnessed
I stood at the window for some time when I arrived upstairs this morning. The birds obligingly came in numbers and posed prettily. The dull light seemed to amplify their colours. Quarrelsome chaffinches; fragile long-tailed tits and their slightly larger blue cousins. The smart livery of the great tit, and on the other end of the balcony an especially smart female Woodie fed for long minutes whilst I watched. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: civilised rooks and tumbling buzzards and Gilbert”
A Corner of Cornwall 