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This and That – Part 2

16 Thu Jun 2016

Posted by Clare Pooley in Gardening, Insects, music, plants, Rural Diary, trees

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Bee, blossom, cow parsley, Crabapples, dandelion, field maple, flowers, gardens, ground-ivy, Hawthorn, horse chestnut, Hoverfly, insects, jonquils, Lady's Smock, Maytime, miniature Tulip, narcissus, pasque flower, Pear, pieris, saxifrage, shrubs, St Mark's fly, Suffolk, trees, wild cherry

This post includes the better photos I took at home during the first half of May.

P1000073Miniature Tulip

I have a few miniature scented Tulips. I have no idea what they are called or even when I got them though I think they are about 18 years old. I had a selection of red, orange and yellow ones but all that’s left are the red ones.

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These jonquils are tiny and the flowers bob about on their narrow stems like yellow butterflies. Each flower is only about 2 inches across.

P1000074Pasque flower

The Pasque flowers (Pulsatilla vulgaris ‘Alba’ )in my garden came out well after Easter this year. Not only was Easter early but the weather was cold and the flowers sensibly stayed as buds until the time was right.

P1000075Saxifrage

I love this pretty pink Saxifrage!

P1000077Wild cherry

Wild Cherry blossom (Prunus avium) with a visiting bee

P1000076Wild cherry

Wild Cherry blossom. I like the green-bronze colour of the new leaves.

P1000080Narcissus

Pale yellow double Narcissus

P1000081Pear

Pear ‘Concorde’ blossom.  This pear is supposed to be a dessert pear but by the time it is soft enough to eat it is already rotting in the centre.  Perhaps our climate isn’t suitable for it?  We harvest the pears before they have started to soften and we cook them or we prepare them for the freezer.

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Pear blossom with a visiting Hoverfly.  The lichen is doing quite well too with its orange fruiting bodies.

P1000096St Mark's flies-001

These are St. Mark’s-flies (Bibio marci) doing what flies do in the spring. The female is the upper fly and she has smoky-grey wings and a small head. The lower fly is the male and he has silvery wings and a larger head. Both sexes have spines on their front legs at the tip of the tibia. You can just see this on the female’s front leg. These flies fly weakly and slowly and dangle their legs as though the effort of flying is almost too much for them. They are called St. Mark’s-flies because they usually appear on or around St. Mark’s day which is April 25th.  This photo was taken on 2nd May – it was a cold spring!

P1000104Lady's smock

Lady’s-smock or Cuckooflower (Cardamine pratensis) – a member of the cabbage family

P1000106Pieris

New leaves on my variegated Pieris ‘Forest Flame’

P1000182Crabapple s. blossom

Crabapple species blossom. Standing under this weeping tree I am almost over-powered by the scent of roses and the buzzing of bees.

P1000183Bluebells

These are the English Bluebells (Hyacinthoides non-scripta) I am trying to establish next to the weeping crabapple. I have put canes alongside them to remind us not to mow them until the seeds have set and the leaves have died. I am also hoping that the canes will stop the deer from trampling the plants.

P1000185Dandelion

A beautiful Common Dandelion ‘clock’ (Taraxacum officinale agg.)

P1000187Crabapple 'Evereste' blossom

Crabapple ‘Evereste’ blossom

P1000189Crabapple 'Harry Baker' blossom

Crabapple ‘Harry Baker’ blossom

P1000191Ground ivy

Ground-ivy (Glechoma hederacea)

P1000195Horse chestnut

The Horse-chestnut tree (Aesculus hippocastanum) with its flower ‘candles’

P1000197Field maple

Field Maple flowers (Acer campastre)

P1000199Hawthorn

Common Hawthorn flower buds (Crataegus monogyna)

P1000201Cow parsley

Cow Parsley (Anthriscus sylvestris) (or as it is called here in Suffolk, Sheep’s Parsley) with a fly.  I am very fond of Cow Parsley and the sight of masses of it in flower along the lanes makes me happy.

Here is another song that features a wonderful trombone solo and a fantastic brass riff too!  This is a very old recording and it is also an uncommon arrangement for this song.

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A Miscellany Part 1

30 Fri May 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, Insects, Rural Diary, Uncategorized, wild birds

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Bee, Damselfly, Dragonfly, Flesh Fly, Franciscans, House Martin, house sparrow, Robin, Santiago de Compostella, smoke, Swallow, Thurifer, white doves

I usually take a number of photos of the things I see each day but don’t manage to include them in a post.  This post is a mixture of those photos, a few memories of my father and a mention of a couple of things I have done during the last two weeks.

The weather during the last few days has been pants (to use one of R’s expressions).  When it hasn’t been raining it has been very dull and chilly, and with a strong easterly wind blowing it hasn’t been pleasant out-of-doors.  I have a slight cough as well and no energy: this post will have photos I took when the weather was better.  The children are on their half-term holiday this week.  They can’t be having much fun unless their parents have taken them abroad.  As I look out of the window this morning there is a steady drizzle falling and I am not looking forward to going out to feed the birds.

R spent a couple of days in Manchester the weekend before last.  His poor Mum is finding it very difficult getting used to having more carers coming into her home.  She feels as though her life is now out of her own control and is quite depressed.  She knows she needs the help and is pleased to be able to stay in her own home but all the same….  R was able to give her a hug and some sympathy.  His brother is doing all the duties I do with my own mother plus some, and is finding it all extremely trying, so R got a couple of rants from him too.  R feels bad that he can’t help more but I think he does very well considering he has a full time job with lots of travelling away from home.  He phones his Mum regularly and is in constant touch with his brother.  He visits every month or two and provides equipment and other financial aid.  R went on the train so wasn’t able to drive them about when he was in Manchester but they did have an enjoyable walk in the local park in the sunshine.  The sun shone brightly and it was very warm so my mother-in-law was cheered by the flowers, the other people in the park, the ice-cream R bought and the coffee in an outside café sitting in her wheelchair under a tree.

After dropping R off at Diss station on the Sunday to get the train to Manchester, I drove back to Fressingfield to pick up Mum and took her to church in Eye.  I do spend quite a lot of my time in the car it seems!  The retired priest who has been looking after Eye church had just returned from a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostella and spoke movingly about his experiences.  He started walking from the border between Portugal and Spain with crowds of other people from all nations and walked about twelve miles a day through beautiful countryside.  He said he was fortunate to have his luggage sent on each day to the next hotel and only needed to carry a few necessaries with him.  Many of the other pilgrims had to carry all their belongings with them in large packs and either camped or stayed in hostels along the route.  Poor man!  He retired and moved to this area to be near his family and almost as soon as he arrived he was asked to look after churches in two different benefices and has therefore worked an extra year already with lots of driving to do.  He decided to go on the pilgrimage (organised by the diocese to celebrate its centenary) before he realised he’d be so busy at home.  He also directed our attention to the scaffolding in the church across the whole Rood Screen.  He said it was ‘Holy Scaffolding’ – there to remind us of the scaffolding God provides for us in our journey through life – the props and supports He gives us out of love.  Being in Eye church always reminds me of my father as there is so much that he made there.  He was a cabinet maker and above all loved working in churches.  He left school at the age of fourteen and became an apprentice to a joiner/cabinet maker.  His parents were too poor to allow him the luxury of staying on at school.  He had to do his National Service in the RAF and hated it and shortly after leaving he decided he would become a friar.  He joined the Friary at Hillfield near Cerne Abbas in Dorset and was known as Brother Dunstan.  He was also known as the laughing friar as he was always cheerful.  He worked as a joiner/cabinet maker while there and also ran the local scouts.  He eventually started to have doubts about whether he should stay in the friary as I think his parents put a lot of pressure on him to leave.  They thought it strange for a young man to stay celibate and not to marry and have children.  He left while he was still a novice friar but always hankered after the life he had led there.  He certainly never gave up his vow of poverty – we were always poor and Mum is still struggling to find money to look after her house from her own small pension.  We often visited the Friary when I and my brother and sister were small and loved these jolly, kind men who played games with us and were so happy.  We went to the seaside once taking one of Dad’s friends who rolled up his habit and paddled in the sea much to everyone’s amusement.  We often had friars staying at our house when I was young; one I remember who thundered about in his sandals and got up noisily very early in the morning.  One day we got up to find water and blood all over the bathroom and no sign of the friar.  He had fallen over while getting out of the bath, cut his head badly and taken himself off to the local hospital.  By the time Dad had died only one of his old friends was left and he kindly came and spoke at Dad’s funeral  Mum loves being in Eye church too, as she likes to see all Dad’s things about her (he never had much time or money for improving his home so there are few pieces of his furniture there!).  Both my mother and mother-in-law find great comfort from their religion.  I try my best to get Mum to her own church where she is so happy.  It is unfortunate that there are not enough people in her church willing or able to give her a lift as I miss going to my own church with R.  Mother-in-law is more unfortunate than Mum in that her own church has changed so much and has side-lined all the elderly members in favour of its younger ones and has virtually stopped using the set services.  Even if she could get a regular lift from someone who could manage the wheelchair she wouldn’t come away from church feeling refreshed and comforted.  I think rural churches like mine appreciate their elderly members more than town churches do – I don’t think the churches in the country would exist at all without all the old stalwarts!

Another conversation R and I had before he went off to Manchester recalled my father.  R was saying the containers he has for screws and nails and such like are starting to fall apart and he was wondering what he could replace them with.  He said his father used to use old tobacco tins, St Bruno ones, and I said that was what my father used too but his ones were Balkan Sobranie.  My father began smoking at the age of fourteen when he started work and continued until shortly before his death from lung cancer four years ago.  He preferred smoking a pipe and my memories of him are with a pipe in his mouth working in his workshop or sitting in his garden in the evening.  He was a careless smoker, throwing matches about and leaving smouldering pipes in places he shouldn’t, including the back pocket of his trousers.  You can imagine the damage done to trousers, underpants and flesh that ensued.  I am amazed he didn’t set fire to his workshop too with all the heaps of wood shavings and sawdust about.  He was never happier than when enveloped in a cloud of smoke.  His pipe or cigarettes of course, and then bonfires were a favourite with him too.  His excitement on finding that a fire was still alight next morning!  He loved a good blaze and couldn’t be done with an incinerator.  He got through tons of firewood and coal in the house.  He was given the job of thurifer at Eye church.  The thurifer is the person who swings the thurible or censer full of smoking incense during the service and he was very good at it.  I remember my mother telling me of an incident one Palm Sunday when they were to process through the town from the Town Hall or the school, I can’t remember which, to the church.  They all started to sing the processional hymn, my father began swinging the thurible and next minute the fire alarm started wailing!

I had been thinking how fortunate I was to have four different types of warbler singing in my garden, Blackcap, Chiff-chaff, Garden Warbler and Willow Warbler and another one, the Lesser Whitethroat, singing in hedgerows four minutes walk away when all of a sudden they all stopped a week ago.  I hear the Garden Warbler and the Chiff-chaff every now and again but the others have gone or just stopped singing.  Ah well, it was very good while it lasted.  I heard a Turtle Dove briefly last Wednesday but it didn’t stay around.  I don’t know that it is warm enough for Turtle Doves at the moment.  I can only remember them singing on warm and/or sunny days or is that my memory playing tricks on me?  We have lots of other birds about with their fledglings demanding to be fed.  The woodpeckers are so grubby looking from their constant feeding of young in the hole in their tree.  Instead of white markings they have beige feathers now.  As I type I can see a large group of young greenfinches on the telephone cable fluttering their wings while the parent birds stuff food into each one in turn.

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White doves visiting our garden

What a wonderful thing it must be to own some doves!  You provide them with a dovecot and pamper them to your heart’s content.  You don’t need to feed them much as all you do is let them fly off each morning to gorge themselves, with other pigeons and doves, on farmers’ crops and other peoples’ peas and beans and bird-table food!

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A male House Sparrow

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Swallows on the electric cable.

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House Martins on our roof.  They land in large groups and sun themselves and then fly off and return quickly- flitting about.  Their song reminds me of budgerigars.

In a post last week I included a blurred photo of a damselfly.  I managed to take a few more pictures last week before they all disappeared.  The red females went before I could photograph them but a different type of damselfly arrived with green and brown females and these are my photos.

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The damselflies have all gone now but I managed to photograph a dragonfly which had just emerged from the pond at the front of the house and was drying its wings.

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A Black-tailed Skimmer

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Another not so pleasant insect I saw in the garden last week was a Flesh Fly.

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A tiny bee on a Welsh Onion flower.

In the second part of this post I will include the flower photos I have taken recently.

 

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A Hotch Potch.

16 Fri May 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Gardening, Insects, plants, Rural Diary, trees, wild animals, wild birds

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Allium, Alpine Pasque Flower, Ant hill, aquilegia, Balm of Gilead, Bee, blackberry, Bramley Apple blossom, Cacti, Cedar of Lebanon, chaffinch, Christmas Cactus, Clematis, Common Sedge, Common Vetch, Cotoneaster, Damson, GERANIUM, Goat Willow seeds, Great Tit, hare, Hawthorn, Holly, House Spider, Japanese Maple, Jay, Knautica, moon, Muntjac, pheasant, Shrub rose Canary Bird, Spindle, stock dove, sunset, thrift, Thyme-leaved Speedwell, Tufted Duck, vegetable garden, Viburnum, White-Shouldered House Moth, winter-flowering honeysuckle, Zebra Spider

 

Last evening while I was admiring the pink sunset…..

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….E was admiring the rising of the moon.  She called to me to come and see it as it was so large and orange.  I joined her at her bedroom window and we watched it slowly slide up the sky behind the trees.  I went into my room hoping to see it more clearly from there and saw below me on the drive, the hare again!  Typically, I had the wrong camera with me, it was too dark and the hare wouldn’t stay and be photographed.

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This is the only photo I managed to get.

I went outside into the twilight with little bats flying about the garden and crossed the road and looked at the moon through the hedge.  It wasn’t orange any more but it was still beautiful.

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The visit from the hare and the rising moon reminded me that hares are supposed to be magical and people today still take care not to hurt a hare.  One of Mum’s neighbours was new to the area a few years ago and asked another neighbour how he could get rid of the rabbits and hares which were damaging the trees and plants in his garden.  He was told that the rabbits could be shot but ‘we don’t shoot hares in Suffolk’.  In Anglo Saxon mythology, Ostara the goddess of the moon, fertility and Spring was often depicted with hare’s ears or a hare’s head.  Eostre (where we get the word Easter from) was the Celtic version of Ostara and was the goddess associated with the moon, death, redemption and resurrection during the turning of Winter into Spring.  Eostre was a shape-shifter too and took the shape of a hare at each full moon.  Well, well, well!  (I looked all that up using Google!).

Yesterday was a busy one with my usual shopping with Mum and then going to Halesworth to hand in my prescription at the surgery and post a couple of letters.  I got home just after 2.00pm and had some lunch.  The afternoon was spent dusting, vacuuming and doing more mending.  R got home just as I was finishing.  He had had a fraught day at work so after we had had our cup of tea he went into the garden and planted out his peas and beans.  A soothing task which took him over an hour and was all done except the watering-in by the time I had cooked the evening meal.

This morning I went out to admire his handiwork.

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Putting the anti-rabbit/deer/hare/pigeon etc barriers up had taken most of the time yesterday.  We hope they work!  You can see the potatoes coming up in the bed behind the peas and beans.  While I was down at the vegetable patch I had a look at the pond and saw a strange looking duck.  I tried taking its photo with my small camera but wasn’t able to get a clear picture.  I fetched our newer, better camera and tried again.

 

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I think this is a female tufted duck who visited to sample the fish in our pond.  I had to crop the photos as I still couldn’t get near enough to the duck.  The pond, as you see, is covered in the fluffy seeds of Goat Willow.  The seeds aren’t only on the pond but are everywhere, floating in the air, covering the grass, coming into the house.

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This is a spider’s web I noticed yesterday on the outside of one of our windows.  It is covered with fluffy willow seeds.  Despite my brushing the web away very often the spider insists on making its web just there all the time.

The rest of this post will be a strange selection of photos that I took today and some others that I haven’t been able to put in any of my recent posts.

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This is a late entry in the apple blossom awards.  We thought the Bramley Apple wasn’t going to flower this year, but we were wrong!

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The Cedar of Lebanon has new leaves growing that look like old-fashioned shaving brushes.

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All the hollies have new leaves too.

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The Japanese Maple has the most beautiful cherry-red seeds.

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It has beautiful leaves too that glow in the sunshine.

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I got home yesterday and saw a Jay in the garden.  I had great difficulty taking these photos from inside the car.

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This is one of my Christmas Cacti and it is flowering again for the third time in six months.  It first flowered in November, then in February and now in May.  I think it is very confused!

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R’s cacti are all coming in to flower too.

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Mammalaria

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Mammalaria flower

 

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Peanut cactus flower.

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I don’t know what this one is called.

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The little white Alliums in the garden are very popular with the bees.  They are under the laburnum trees which are also full of bees and the noise they make is astounding.  I think they sound like cars in a grand prix race – the pitch is almost exactly the same – it’s like listening to a race about a mile away.

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The new shoots on the Viburnum Bodnantense are crimson.

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Tiny damsons.

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Willow seeds.

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Bee on the cotoneaster horizontalis.

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Geranium Phaeum in R’s flowerbed.

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Flowers on the Spindle tree.

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The Hawthorn hedge at the bottom of the garden near the old summerhouse.

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A White-shouldered House Moth

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R took these photos of a muntjac deer.

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A chaffinch

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One of my herbs – cedronella canariensis (Balm of Gilead).

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Alpine Pasque Flower

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A Great Tit

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A Stock Dove.

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A female Pheasant.

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A Zebra Spider.  These spiders are only about 4mm long.  They are jumping spiders and can leap a distance of about 4cm.

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A baby House Spider.

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The tiny flowers of Thyme-Leaved Speedwell.

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Aquilegia flower

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Thrift flower

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The wonderfully scented Clematis Montana ‘Rubens’

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Shrub rose ‘Canary Bird’

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Blackberry flowers

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Knautica Macedonica

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Aquilegia flower

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Reflections in the pond

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Common sedge

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Common Vetch

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An ant hill

 

 

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Male Holly flower buds.  We don’t have any female holly bushes so no berries!

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Heart-shaped berries of the Winter-flowering Honeysuckle

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These lovely berries don’t last long as the blackbirds find them irresistible.

 

 

 

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