Tag Archives: Iris
The Acer campestre (field maple) at the south end of the house is humming. In certain lights, from certain angles, it’s a shimmering, murmuring mass. There are unfeasible numbers of bees zipping between the almost-invisible flowers. Sitting below it (we … Continue reading
For some inexplicable reason – and through no merit of my own – the porcupines leave my bulbs well alone, and April becomes one glorious explosion of irises.
On and on and on. Cloud? What’s that? Actually, not quite true, because we have had some glorious clouds – really painted-on, over-the-top clouds skimming hills on the horizon, and tinged indescribable colours by beautiful sunsets. Temperatures have dipped, admittedly. But we can … Continue reading