Friday, February 24, 2017

Thursday, February 23, 2017

White blooms in the late afternoon light

The parcel seeds are ready for gathering

The eggs of Robyn's grandmothers...

...who, of course, didn't lay eggs, but used these china eggs to encourage their hens to lay; one grandmother bought her egg from a store, while the other made hers from clay! Lovely old things, these :-)

Wednesday, February 22, 2017


These two fungi grew side by side, despite their differences; one's gilled, the other has pores, one has a frill, the other's stalk is bare. Didn't seem to affect their choice of location.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Warner's King

These grunty-looking apples are Warner's Kings. I know next to  nothing about them, even though they grow in my forest garden; this is the first year they've produced fruit of any substance. Once I've harvested and tasted them, I'll have a view :-)

Day-lily treat

I usually treat visitors to my garden with a petal or two from the daylily, delicious and novel, but they have to be fresh! These are :-)

Dinner-table daisies

Monday, February 20, 2017

Aeriel view - the railway hut

The Fuchsia Fairy

Her costume, at least, hanging on the back of a chair, waiting for a child to wriggle inside it, in preparation for the Harvest Festival. We expect to have flower fairies galore over the weekend of the festival, with several sewing machine-capable festival committee members creating beautiful costumes like this one made by Robyn many years ago, for Hollie to wear.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Do Amanita mean autumn?

These toadstools seem autumnal. This one appeared yesterday and swelled to maturity today. Surely it's not autumn already! Tell me it isn't. We haven't had summer yet!

The yellow plums are coming in

The Coe's Golden Drop tree is laden to branch-cracking and the plums are swelling every day, so we've given a couple of the most heavily-laden branches a good shake - and here's what came tumbling down! They will continue to ripen in the baskets till they are a rich yellow, soft and sweet and we'll bottle as many of them as we can. We shook apples too, from the Worster Pearmain, as the birds were beginning to peck holes in them.