Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Honeysuckle
Many years ago, weaving our drunken way home late one night from a rather fine party, we passed a mass of honeysuckle hanging over a fence. The smell of the honeysuckle was just heavenly, so we helped ourselves to three small cuttings. One took, and we've since propagated more plants from it and taken it with us wherever we moved.
The specimen against the vegetable garden fence is just coming into flower, and I can't wait to enjoy the scent once again.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
The Roman Baths
Growing up so near to Bath, I guess I always sort of took it for granted. Visiting Mum over Easter we decided to take the kids to the Roman Baths for a look around and a taste of the spa waters in the Pump Room. The baths were just as amazing as I remembered, and the water just as disgusting (although DS drank it because he thought the minerals in it were probably good for him!).
Sunday, April 08, 2007
View from the Tump
The Tump is a piece of common access land, covered in scrub and bracken. From the top you can see over the entire valley - the lake, the villages, and all the way to the Mendip Hills. When we were kids we rode horses up there, had adventures, cooked sausages over campfires. Now I know it's a classic outlier, an island of younger rock remaining over older with everything around it eroded away. A special place to many generations of youngsters.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
Blossom in the breeze
Housman got it right:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Amen to that :-)
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Charity Pig
DS has come up with the bright idea of collecting up all the money he finds and donating it to charity (not such a daft idea - although not a huge sum, DS's finds are not trivial - he seems to have a talent for finding money that others have dropped). As we searched for somewhere to collect this money, DD remembered a 'paint your own piggy bank' kit she was given for her birthday. So this afternoon she spent a happy hour painting our Charity Pig, who will sit somewhere prominent and collect up all our lost and found change.