Fecund Friday

It was the wisteria that did it. Another grey day in London. Honestly, you could count the moments of sunshine on the fingers of one hand.

Wisteria

Anyway, there it was tumbling all over the neighbours’ house. It must have been blooming for days, but some reason I only noticed it this morning. The weather doesn’t prepare me for the way the plants have flowered. So, I opened my eyes and saw wondrous things. Huge huge tulips, roses, weeds; a cornucopia of colour to which I have been blind. No camera alas.

So this evening, I decided to stroll my local turf and see what I could see.

First NotCat in the tree, with a red rose behind him.

Red Rose and Ginger Ninja

Then roses everywhere. These pinkish white ones looking like notes on a scale.

A Scale of Roses

Pink Petals

Pink seems the colour of spring when those lush blossoms transform our streets, and then it continues all summer in so many garden flowers. So, before the golds and reds of autumn take over, I wanted to take a last few pink photos. Trouble was it was breezy and my subjects kept bobbing about.

Two Flowers Happy

I didn’t expect to get online, but somehow it all worked. It may not happen again this week.

Some days just make you glad to be alive.

Happy

Flower Power

I’m looking at photos of flowers and trying to calm my fears about Mother’s further weight loss.

Hedgerow Delicacies

I think the locals must think I’m nuts.

Cars go by me as I’m crouched over a patch of verge, camera in hand.

These flowers are just so delicate and pretty.

Hollyhock Stars

A Chip Off the Old Block

He doesn’t like being groomed; he prefers jelly to gravy, but in one way Not Cat is proving himself to be a chip off the old block.

Photo play in the garden

I went into the garden with my camera earlier this evening for a little practice and play.

Maybe I needed some light relief after my dark little story.

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Garden flowers

Some pix of the flowers in our garden at the moment.

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I know daisies are weeds but I like them.
At primary school, we used to sing a hymn, ‘Daisies are our silver, buttercups our gold. This is all the treasure we can have or hold.’

Pix from today’s walk

Text to follow tomorrow. Probably…

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