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A Wet Day

14 Wed May 2014

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

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ash die-back, ash tree, calendula, clouds, collared dove, Eye, lupin, moon, Rain, Rumburgh, St Chrysostom's prayer, St Michael and All Saints and St Felix church, St Peter and St Paul's church, yellow iris

The past couple of days have been fairly busy doing mainly mundane chores.  Fortunately, I am feeling much better and have regained what little energy I usually have.

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View from our front door on Sunday after one of many showers

I took Mum to church again on Sunday morning.  A windy day with lots of heavy showers.  Her church is currently full of scaffolding and difficult to get around.  Quite a few years ago they bought a new second-hand organ at a bargain price (still many thousands of pounds I believe).   They took out their old one and sold it on but before they could put in the new one somebody thought it might be a good idea to make a Parish Room with a kitchen and toilets too.   This could be done more easily without the organ being in place.  The church is quite a wealthy one but even so, some time was spent fund-raising and then all the architects reports, and surveyors reports and moving of tombs etc took even more time.  Bits of organ pipe and casing were handed out to all and sundry to look after at home as there was no-where to store the new organ in the church.  All money raised was spent on the Parish Room and the church had to make do with a little electric organ.  At last the Parish Room was finished and everyone was pleased with the result.  Saving up for the installation of the organ was resumed and was going very well until the boiler broke down and had to be replaced.  Fortunately, some very generous parishioner kindly paid for a new boiler for the church.  At last, a few weeks ago the installation of the organ began and should be completed in time for the arrival of their new priest in the Autumn.  When I got to church with Mum on Sunday even more scaffolding had been erected as they had decided to investigate a large damp patch that had appeared above the Rood Screen.  They also have a Doom painting up there (covered with whitewash) which they want to look at to see that it isn’t deteriorating too much.

I had lunch when I got home and then spent a quiet afternoon reading, checking e-mails, feeding the birds and preparing the vegetables for our evening meal.  Our church had an Evening Prayer service at 6.30pm and R and I went along at 5.45pm to get everything ready.  It is fortunate that the lovely prayer of St Chrysostom is used during Morning and Evening Prayer, because if it wasn’t one might be tempted to wonder if there was much point in having the service.  There were only five of us there including poor Maurice who had prepared a very thought-provoking homily and led the service so well.

‘Almighty God, who hast given us grace at this time with one accord to make our common supplications unto thee; and dost promise that when two or three are gathered together in thy Name thou wilt grant their requests…’

Monday was another showery day with a few rumbles of thunder as well.  I did a lot of supermarket shopping and washing and other necessary jobs around the house.  I took a few photographs in the garden in-between the showers.

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The tallest tree here is a lovely Ash tree. It upsets me to think that it probably will be dead in ten years time because of Ash die-back disease

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The lane in front of our house is looking particularly green at the moment.

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A lupin in R’s flower-bed

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Calendula/Pot Marigold in R’s flowerbed

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Yellow Iris in bud by the pond

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You can tell by the Collared Doves’ blurred feet that it was moving fast and I had difficulty keeping up!

The sky gradually got cloudier and more stormy-looking as the day progressed.

 

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Living in the (fairly) flatlands of East Anglia you can always see what the weather’s going to be like before it gets to you.

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This is a plane from one of the local air bases

I was glad I wasn’t flying before the storm.

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I got indoors just in time.

(If anyone is wondering why there is a brick on top of the cage over the ground bird feeder, it is to try to stop squirrels lifting up the lid and eating all the bird seed.)

By dusk the rain had stopped and the moon had risen.

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Better Late Than Never

26 Wed Mar 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in Uncategorized

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aubretia, birch catkins, bluetit, Bungay, daffodils, Eye, Lent course, narcissus, pheasant, raw milk, roadworks, women drivers, woodpigeon

I don’t seem to have had the time to write a post for days and have got all behind.  So, instead of trying to catch up I will start with today and if I have the time will add in some of the things I have done/noticed during the past week at a later date.

This morning was mainly taken up with housework – boring but necessary.  The weather here, unlike the rest of the country it seems, was lovely.  Bright, hazy sunshine and light winds which dried my washing very nicely.  The wind was a little chilly as it came from the east but nothing to complain about.  I had to go to Bungay in the early afternoon to do some shopping and post a couple of letters.  The improvements to the town’s pavements and road system are coming along nicely and I was able to drive into the centre for the first time in weeks.  When the work is finished there will be fewer traffic jams (I hope!) and the absence of kerbs will mean that those with prams and pushchairs or in wheelchairs or mobility scooters will be able to get about more easily.  The town will look very different and in some ways that is a little sad.  Bungay will have lost it’s timeless look; it will no longer look quaint and old-fashioned but like all other towns with the regulation one-way streets and easy-access shops.

On my way home I nearly collided with another car.  All the lanes are mainly single track with a few passing places.  The lanes are also windy so it is always best not to go too fast.  The driver of the other car came shooting round a corner towards me and had to swerve to avoid me.  She was on the phone.  I am very sorry to say that a lot of the really bad driving I see these days is done by women.  Women used to be reliable, sensible drivers but not any more it seems.  The worst ones are the young girls who appear to be unable to drive at less than 50mph.  They are also the ones using phones:  twice in recent weeks I have been stuck in a queue at a junction behind young women who thought it would be a good moment to sent a text or instant message.  One girl had stopped a couple of yards from the junction to message someone and had opened the driver’s door and was hanging her leg out!  She may have broken down but it didn’t look like it.  Many women don’t know how to reverse and won’t pull into a passing place and to be followed by a woman on the school run in the morning is a terrifying experience!  They are always late and have cars full of children.

My route home was along the road from Bungay to Flixton which has water-meadows on one side of it.  It has been pleasing to see the cows out on the meadows again after their winter stay in the cattle sheds.  The farmer here is one of the few remaining dairy farmers around.  He has recently started selling raw (unpasteurized/unhomogenized) milk from a little stall in the farmyard and this has been exceedingly popular.  Every time I drive past there is always someone there in the little shop.

I took a few photos this afternoon.  This first one (which I actually took this morning) is from an upstairs window and is of a couple of woodpigeons feasting on leaf and flower buds on the top of our hedge.  What is not obvious is that they weren’t the only pigeons on the hedge at that moment and they spent most of the day there too!

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Birch catkins and new leaves.  Our horrible, tumbledown summerhouse is in the background!

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A bluetit in the birch tree.

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Scented narcissus

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Aubretia

 

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Scented daffodils.  These have come out extremely early and have rather thick petals, almost as if fashioned out of wax.

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A male pheasant.  I took this photo through the kitchen window which accounts for the vague haziness.

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I drove to Mum’s house this evening at 6.45pm and there was still a lot of light in the sky.  We attended her Lent course lecture in Eye, the subject being Prayer for Healing and Wholeness and given by the Sub-Dean and Canon Pastor from the cathedral at Bury St Edmunds.  A very interesting talk indeed.

A starry drive home with the temperature just above freezing at 1 degree centigrade.

 

 

 

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Wednesday 12th to Sunday 16th March

17 Mon Mar 2014

Posted by Clare Pooley in churches, Gardening, plants, Rural Diary, Uncategorized, walking, wild birds

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alder, ambulances, brimstone butterfly, chaffinch, church, cowslip, daffodils, dog violet, Eye, fields, figs, greylags, Harleston, hazel, heartsease, Lent, mallards, moon, moorhen, nesting, pond, prayer, pussy willow, quiz night, rooks, Rumburgh, silverlace primula, sunset, tortoiseshell butterfly, trees, Wissett

Wednesday began with frost and mist.  This soon cleared and the weather was then lovely for the rest of the day.  I did my usual shopping trip with my mother with a detour to a free-range chicken farm at Eye where Mum buys her eggs.  I had a little shopping to do for myself, so called in at Harleston on my way home.  I arrived home just after 2pm for a late lunch and had time for a few household chores and a quick walk round the garden to feed the birds, tidy up a couple of things and take some photos before R came home.

A moorhen and a chaffinch at the front of the house.

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The moorhen again.

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A couple of photos of the daffodils that have come up round the big pond.

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Some violet leaves that have struggled up through the dried mud round the pond.

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And some cowslip leaves too!

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Reflection of trees and cloud in the pond.

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Afternoon moon.

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I had decided what we should have for an evening meal and was about to start it when R offered to cook and I gladly accepted his offer.  I didn’t have time to eat anything as I had to go out at 6.45pm to collect Mum and take her to Eye to attend a Lent course.  The course in her area is a deanery course.  A deanery is a collection of benefices and a benefice is a collection of parishes.  In rural areas to have benefice and or deanery meetings or courses means that there will be more people attending and any speakers kind enough to visit will have a good audience.  The only downside is that the distances to be travelled by many parishioners is very great.  This year’s course is on prayer and Wednesday’s talk was on ‘Prayer with Words’.  The speaker was the Precentor from the Cathedral at Bury St Edmund’s; a really pleasant man who gave an interesting talk.  He introduced us to poets and poems that were new to us as well as reading from old favourites.  My journey home was very difficult because of thick fog.

Thursday.  I was woken just before 6.00am by the rooks!  I had remembered to bring in the sunflower seed feeder but the rooks were trying to get the remains of yesterday’s seed off the bird-table and were tapping loudly on it with their enormous beaks.  I have a cage round the bird-table which is supposed to prevent large birds from getting on it. However, it doesn’t stop the birds from clinging on to the edge of the table with their claws, flapping their wings for balance and pecking food through the mesh!  Another lovely day.  Went in to Halesworth for a haircut and to get yet more shopping (I always manage to forget something each time I go!)  My usual hairdresser is on maternity leave so her Mum did my hair and we chatted about babies.  Both her daughters are having their first babies in the next two weeks and they are getting a little apprehensive.  On the way home I saw a tortoiseshell butterfly and an enormous brimstone butterfly.

I spent the afternoon gardening as well as having a short (for us!) conversation with my sister who was planning to visit Mum at the weekend.  The geese have been very argumentative this week.  The gander of the pair who have claimed the island has been spending most of his time swimming in the pond and seeing off any other goose/gander who dares to come anywhere near the pond bank.  He must be exhausted as he doesn’t seem to have eaten anything either.

A couple of photos of the mallards in our front ditch.

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Miniature daffodils in the grass.

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Goat or Pussy Willow.  Salix caprea.

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When R got home he wanted to go out for a short walk across the fields.  The wind had got up a little and it had got cloudy but R managed to take some decent photos while we were out.

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Alder catkins and cone-like fruits from last year.

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Hazel catkins.

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More fog overnight.

Friday.  A cooler, cloudier, breezier day.  I did some more gardening and lots of ironing.  The geese seemed to have resolved their differences.  The resident pair came to sit near me while I gardened and whenever I looked up they gave gentle honks.  I knew they were asking for food so when I had got to the end of my weeding I fetched some special goose and duck feed I have for just such an occasion (to quote Foghorn Leghorn) and cast it on the grass near by them.  Of course, the gander then hissed at me while the goose ate the food.  He is a very protective mate and even though I have provided the food he has to warn me off and so I do keep my distance!

Saturday.  A quiet morning and another beautiful one.  Still very breezy but much brighter than yesterday.  Did some housework and spoke to A on the phone.  We drove to Mum’s in the afternoon to see my sister F who was visiting with her eldest son and her dog Ben.   We had a lovely couple of chatty hours and we then had to leave to get our evening meal before going to yet another quiz night.  This one was in aid of Rumburgh village hall.  I think it was the noisiest event I had been too since going to dances when I was young.  The hall had just been insulated and redecorated but there were no curtains or blinds at the windows yet and I think this was the reason it was so noisy.  The two farmers on our team were both a little deaf (caused by driving noisy farm machinery) and they were finding it really difficult to hear anything above the hubbub of loud chatter.  Our local Member of Parliament was taking part too.  He lives in Wissett, the next village along on the way to Halesworth, and is very good about taking part in local events and is a truely supportive MP.  He had been out all day on the ambulances as there has been an enquiry about the time it takes for ambulances to get to emergencies.  He was talking to R and one of our farmer friends and said he was very sympathetic towards the ambulance crews, as he had seen for himself the great distances they had to travel and also how many wasted journeys they had to make.  R told him about my sister’s job as a paramedic in Kent and some of the problems she has to put up with too.  Unfortunately we came ninth today but R won a picture of a tree in the raffle.

Sunday.  There was a Morning Prayer service at Rumburgh today but I couldn’t attend as I took Mum to her church.  She hasn’t got anyone to give her a lift at the moment and as she doesn’t usually see anyone at all during the week except me, and all her friends are at her church, I think it only right that I take her there.  I got back home at 1.00pm and had lunch before doing some chores, putting a loaf on to bake and then back out into the garden.  I fed the birds which took nearly an hour – all the feeders were empty, I have a number of them scattered about the garden and the garden is well over an acre in size.  I had noticed this morning when I looked out of the window that the goose has started sitting on her nest on the island.

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A dog violet in flower.

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A silverlace primula.

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A heartsease flower.

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Figs are starting to swell on the tree.

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Lots of pictures of this evening’s sunset.

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The rookery in the sunset.

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