Showing posts with label June. Show all posts
Showing posts with label June. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 June 2026

Gardening in early June

 

Gardening in early June

                            Our 'Jack and the Beanstalk' climbing rose.

We hacked down our very tall climbing rose and it’s desperate to reach the heavens again, but we shall keep it short. It has a bud on it, which will produce a pink rose. I don’t know the name of it, but call it 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'

I worked around, removing flowers growing in the wrong place – weeds to the uninitiated! – and pulling out the last straggling forget-me-nots. Raspberries and strawberries are ripening, but there’s no colour on the blueberries. The cherries have been collected, the plums and apples, apricots and damsons are promising, while the poor pears struggle along but rarely deliver.

I admired the tiny white flowers on the goosegrass (Galium aparine) as I pulled it up. It tries so hard, and spreads everywhere. It is also known as cleavers, sticky willy, catchweed, sweetheart, bedstraw, and robin-run-the-hedge. I’ve always known it as goosegrass or cleavers. It’s a favoured food for geese and chickens, hence its common name of goosegrass.

The plant, which belongs in the same family as coffee, is more interesting than it first appears. It can be cooked as a vegetable before the fruits ripen, but is not so appetising if eaten raw, because of the little hooks that cover the leaves and stems. The burrs which follow the flowers hold two or three seeds. They also have hooks which attach to passing animals or humans, thus being easily distributed. The fruits have often been used as a coffee substitute and contain less caffeine than coffee beans. The leaves can be dried and used to make tea, and the roots produce a red dye.

As a bedstraw, it was used to stuff mattresses.

In Ancient Greece shepherds made sieves from the stems of cleavers to strain milk, a practice that was also followed in Sweden.

Having plucked out much of the plant, and knowing there will be more later, I left the garden, but not before looking at some more roses. Somehow, they’ve all managed to hide away.

'Warm Welcome' should really be grown in our front garden, but is tucked away on an arch at the end of our back garden.

‘Warm Welcome’ is a semi-evergreen climbing rose. It’s sweetly scented and a vibrant orange-red. 

                                    'Zéphirine Drouhin'

Growing near it is a deep pink old Bourbon rose, 'Zéphirine Drouhin’, which has a rich, intoxicating scent and very few thorns.

Another rose, white and freely-flowering, is skulking behind the Mahonia Japonica. I don’t know its name. 


The Generous Gardener

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The final one is a pink David Austin climbing rose called ‘The Generous Gardener’, which has a strong, sweet fragrance. It was named to mark the 75th anniversary of the National Garden Scheme.

The National Garden Scheme was founded in 1927 to make private gardens accessible to the public. For the privilege of visiting a splendid garden, visitors pay an entrance fee which goes to a variety of charities, including Macmillan Cancer Support, Hospice UK and Parkinsons UK. In 2025, donations amounted to nearly £3.9 million.

Anyone can open their garden for charity, and the gardens may be anything from a community allotment to a cottage garden, from rolling acres to wildlife havens, from seaside to town.

I know someone who opens her garden for one or two days each year. It’s a lot of work, but so worthwhile. It is not something I shall ever do, however.

    

Sunday, 4 June 2023

A sunny day in early June

 

A sunny day in early June

Aquilegias


These two are ‘Mrs Scott-Elliot’ hybrids.

Sweet William (Dianthus barbatus)




These are ‘Indian carpet’. The petals are edible and also make a relaxing herbal tea.


Campanula

Campanula flowers can be added as decoration but have little flavour.  The leaves are also edible with a very mild taste and can be added to salads.


Pansy

Pansy is another edible flower that can be used in salads or as a garnish to cakes or jellies.


Chives

Both flowers and leaves are edible. The flowers can also be deep-fried or pickled.

The commonest varieties are common (onion) chives and garlic (Chinese) chives, which have white flowers.


Perennial geranium

Flowers and leaves are edible and can be eaten raw in salads, used in teas or as decoration for cakes and desserts.

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

ABC Wednesday X is for Xanthosoma


It's ABC Wednesday again and our thanks go to Denise Nesbitt and her eXcellent team who organise and host this weekly meme.
X is for Xanthosoma, a class of about fifty perennials which have either underground tubers or thick stems above ground. They are all native to tropical America and are mainly grown for their attractive foliage. Many species, like Xanthosoma sagittifolium, are cultivated for their starchy edible tubers, which can be used in stews and soups or boiled and eaten much like potatoes.
Xanthosoma sagittifolium
photo courtesy of Tau'olunga and Wikimedia Commons

Monday, 28 June 2010

Face of the Week #18

Sistertex of 'Spacial Peepol' organises and hosts this enjoyable weekly meme. Thank you, Sistertex! Click here to see more 'faces'.
Callum and Kiri in wetsuits -  the sun was hot but the water is deep and takes more than a couple of days to warm up! The lifejackets are essential, even with safety ropes.
Barry took our eldest daughter and her two younger children sailing at the weekend. The weather was perfect and everyone enjoyed themselves. Gillian and the children wanted to swim so Barry attached them to ropes and in they plunged. They are all excellent swimmers but a lifetime of sailing has made Barry very aware of how quickly conditions can change. They awoke the next morning to thick fog!

Brought to mind . . .


I have just been reading Denise's post (An English Girl Rambles) about the first gift her husband, at that time her fairly recent boyfriend, gave her. It was so romantic and I sighed happily and smiled and thought, 'What was the first thing Barry ever gave me?'
I asked him a few moments ago if he remembered and he replied instantly and, what is more, correctly! I was most impressed. It was, after all, a very long time ago! He was then an officer cadet at RMA Sandhurst, frantically fit, a boxer (excellent), runner (life-long) and enthusiastic participant in many another sweat-inducing sport and pastime. He was straight-backed, square-shouldered, blue-eyed and blond. To be more precise his hair was sandy rather than golden. It was this that made me compare him to a child's toy, a bear, and to his credit he was touched rather than irritated! The next time he came to see me he gave me a cuddly, growly teddy bear, which kept me company all the times we were apart and who later growled for our small children to make them smile.
My bear still has his growl, but he lost his original ribbon many years ago – I think it was red. His fur is worn and thin in places and his stuffing is forcing its way out. He really should spend time in the dolls' hospital but I don't want to send him away so he lives quietly in a drawer now, only occasionally emerging for a quick cuddle or, as today, a photo call!
Thank you, Denise, for jogging my memory. My bear was the first of many thoughtful gifts from my husband. Barry's hair is still sandy, touched with grey, his eyes still blue, but the military bearing disappeared long ago, the result, he swears, of all the cross-country running he's done through the decades.
A growly bear and flowers whose heads fell off remain memories that always make me smile – and the fact that he used to shave in the train on his way to see me.

Microfiction Monday #37


Susan from 'Stony River' organises and hosts this weekly meme. She provides a picture and the challenge is to create a story in 140 characters or less. Click here to read more marvels of microfiction – and perhaps be tempted to join in.
Here is this week's picture and my offerings follow.

 
'I've got grit in my eye.'
'Can't see it.'
'Hurry – I'm on watch.'
'Did you see rocks before you foundered?'
'I told you – grit in my eye.'
(135 characters)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
'What's the matter? Lost your tongue?'
'Yes, actually. Gain legs, lose voice – that's the contract.'
But of course, no one could hear her.
    (137 characters)

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Camera Critters #116, Shadow Shot Sunday #110

The European Hornet (Vespa crabro) is usually simply called 'hornet'. This one appeared in our garden earlier this month. We see them less frequently than common wasps since they are not attracted to human food . They feed on insects, including bees, and ripening fruit.
I discovered that some people believe that three stings can kill an adult and seven can kill a horse - neither of these beliefs is true! Though their stings are painful they are no more dangerous than any other wasp sting, unless you happen to be allergic to them, in which case, keep your Epipen handy! In fact, hornets are less aggressive than other smaller wasps. If approached they will gradually retreat and then fly off rather than attack. However, a colony will defend its nest if the workers sense danger.
While verifying facts I learnt a new word - 'eusocial'. It describes the highest level of social organisation in hierarchical communities. The hornet is the largest European eusocial wasp.
I also learnt how to differentiate a male from a female but my photograph is not clear enough to count the segments on the the antennae - a male has 13 segments and a female has 12. The male  has seven visible abdominal segments while a female has six. I think the insect in the photo is a female.
Thank you to Misty Dawn of 'Camera Critters' and Tracy from 'Hey Harriet' for 'Shadow Shot Sunday' who organise and host these entertaining memes. To see more posts please click on the appropriate title. 

Friday, 25 June 2010

Weekend Reflections #40

The Royal Observatory, Greenwich is home to London's only planetarium, the Peter Harrison Planetarium. It seems only right that it should be reflecting the sky on this bright June day. 
Thank you to James from 'Newtown Daily Photo' who organises and hosts this weekly meme. Click here to see more reflections.

haiku my heart friday

I found this meme through Sarah of 'Circles Of Rain' and just as she did, I thought it would be fun. Thank you, Sarah.
Mock orange blossom -
Would it be wise to use it
In wedding bouquets?

Rebecca from 'recuerda mi corazon' organises and hosts this meme. Please click here to read more!

Thursday, 24 June 2010

SkyWatch Friday Season 4 Episode 50

Tuesday 22nd June 10:38
Tuesday 22nd June 11:03
It was hot and it grew hotter - the sky was so, so blue you could drown in it.
Thank you so much to the SkyWatch team for their efforts every week. To see more skies around this blue planet please click here.

Liver and cheese

A Chihuahua, a Doberman and a Bulldog were in a bar when a pretty Belgian Tervuren approached them and said, 'Whoever can use liver and cheese in a good sentence can take me out.The Doberman said, 'I love liver and cheese' and the Tervuren shook her lovely head, saying, 'That's not imaginative enough.'
The Bulldog grinned and said, 'I hate liver and cheese' but the Tervuren smiled and said, 'That's not creative either.'
Finally the Chihuahua said, 'Liver alone . . . cheese mine.'

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Kulula Airlines

Barry received this in an email this morning. Click on the photos for detail - it's worth it!

Nominee for best paint job on an airliner
Kulula is a low-cost South African airline that doesn't take itself too seriously. Check out their new livery.

ABC Wednesday W is for Wondering and Worrying





Thank you to Denise Nesbitt and her Willing Workers Who organise and host this Weekly meme. To see more Ws please click here.
Since early Monday morning this Scottish racing pigeon has been feeding and drinking several times a day in our garden.
She seems undisturbed by the presence of other birds. This young starling is drinking, lifting its beak to swallow. Pigeons and doves don't need to do this and so they can drink continuously.
One foot in, one foot out! Our dogs do this with their food bowls to stop them slipping. Perhaps she's doing the same thing.
I think Woodpigeons are handsome birds but I have to admit they'd come second in a beauty contest with a homing pigeon.
I've read that stray racing pigeons Will feed and rest and then resume their journey after a couple of days. This pigeon is Worrying me now. She has been here for three days. She has eaten heartily and drunk the fresh water I put out daily for the birds. I know she can fly and I saw her preening her feathers this afternoon. The advice is to capture strays and put them in a safe container, like a cat carrier, but this bird sits on our roof  and basks in the sun and When she's feeding she's looking around Warily every few seconds, though she seems less Worried With each passing day. What is really Worrying me, though, is that the Woodpigeons are getting bolder. Last evening two of them were tentatively pecking at her as all three gobbled seed. She didn't seem concerned, didn't attempt to retaliate and calmly carried on eating.
If she's still about tomorrow I'll contact the Pigeon Fancy and ask for advice. Maybe she's decided she likes it here - free food and no races!

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Face of the Week #17 An unexpected visitor!

Sistertex from 'Spacial Peepol' organises and hosts this meme. To see more, please click here.

You can find out more about our visitor here.

Monday, 21 June 2010

Microfiction Monday Disappointment


Susan from 'Stony River' organises and hosts this weekly meme. She provides a picture and the challenge is to create a story in 140 characters or less. Click here to read more marvels of microfiction – and perhaps be tempted to join in.
Here's mine!
The billboard had been snapped so it should have read:
Lazy Dogfish
Camp- resort FULL
Cabins – pool UNHEATED
Hot shower – EXTRA
NO PETS
PARKING
(138 characters)

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Today's Flowers #98 lilies


I've lost the label for these lilies! They are Asiatic lilies growing with herb robert.
They are splendid, showy flowers but have no scent. So far this year I've only found one lily beetle - we had loads last year.
Thank you to the Today's Flowers team for tirelessly organising and hosting this meme. Click here to see more flowers around the world.

Pet Pride Peaceful sleep!

Bozo and his human organise and host this lovely weekly meme.
Buddy Liver-Spots is sleeping soundly. Look at those adorable little white eye-lashes. All Dalmatians' eye-lashes are white. Buddy has been keeping us on our toes and we could do with some extra sleep;-)

Buddy keeps us on our toes!


It was a lovely day on Wednesday. Barry had gone to a formal lunch in London so I took the dogs out on my own. We didn't meet a soul and it was good to feel that we had the forest to ourselves. Jenna and Gus played in and around the ponds and Frodo went in for a refreshing bath. Buddy was sniffing interesting sniffs and happily wagging his tail as we walked along in the sunshine. There was a pleasant breeze to complement the bright sun, the birds were singing and all was well with the world. It felt good to be alive.
When we reached home the dogs flopped down to snooze. After a while Buddy got up and went to the patio door, asking to go out. He started pacing restlessly then began coughing and frothing at the mouth. My first thought was that he had something stuck in his throat though he'd had nothing to eat since breakfast several hours before and I knew he hadn't picked up anything during our walk. He became ever more agitated, stumbling almost into the pond, and I looked in his mouth to see if anything was there. At the same time I noticed that his stomach was bloating and becoming very tight and hard. Within minutes I got him to the vets' surgery – fortunately, it's only two minutes away by car – and managed to help him out of the car. By now he was extremely distressed and I was very relieved when a nurse came after a minute or two to take him through to the treatment area.

When Mark-the-Vet came back to talk to me he looked grave. Buddy was in a bad way. If he was suffering from gastric dilatation a tube could be passed down his throat to relieve the build-up of gas, it would be clear that the stomach had not twisted and he would instantly feel much better. If the tube could not be passed other measures could be taken to release the gas and reduce the pressure, namely inserting a needle or catheter into his stomach from outside. An x-ray would help to determine the state of Buddy's insides. Ultimately, an operation might be required but it was not a procedure to be undertaken lightly in view of Buddy's age – he's fourteen and nearly died three years ago from meningitis. I had to sign a consent form for anaesthesia but could hardly write because my hand was shaking so much. I may always look calm and collected but under the surface everything's racing! I went home to await further information.

As I walked into the house my ears were assailed by noise. The house phone was ringing, as was my mobile. In my haste I had left it behind. Added to this was Skype donging determinedly on my laptop. Barry was on the train and trying to contact me to let me know when to meet him. When he couldn't get an answer from me he started worrying that something had happened and contacted Gillian to phone, email and Skype me. No-one is allowed to remain unreachable in our family!

As luck would have it, when I left to meet Barry at the station Mark-the-Vet tried several times to contact me. He was phoning every ten minutes to discuss options. It was clear that Buddy had a twisted stomach, usually called gastric torsion or volvulus. There were dangers inherent in an operation; general anaesthesia poses a risk in any animal, more so an elderly one. The stomach wall and abdominal organs might be badly damaged if the blood supply to them had been reduced, and the recovery period was critical. Finally we decided that it was not the right time to let Buddy go – in general, he's fit and healthy, though almost blind. He deserved his chance and so we gave our consent for the operation. Mark-the-Vet phoned at 9:30 that evening to let us know how it had progressed. He had never performed this procedure and had called in another vet, whom he assisted. The stomach was undamaged and had only twisted once. In order to prevent it twisting again in the future it had been stitched to the abdomen wall and Buddy was recovering. Around two hours later Ben-the-Vet, the operating vet, called to tell us that Buddy seemed well but that he would stay overnight to keep an eye on him and would we like him to call us at 3:00 am? We declined! Thursday was an anxious day but my mind and time were occupied very pleasantly by Susannah, who invited me to meet her in London, so I left Barry to wait for news. Mark-the-Vet and Kate-the-Vet phoned two or three times to give an update on the boy's progress and it seemed that Buddy would not be ready to leave for a while. We anticipated him being away over the weekend but on Friday afternoon we were told that we could take him home on Saturday, once final checks had been done. Yesterday, at 3:00 pm, almost exactly three days to the hour that I had rushed him in there, he wobbled out from the treatment area, wagging his tail and obviously pleased to see us. The rest of the animals were excited to see him and sniffed him all over.
Sleeping peacefully - sleep is the best cure of all!
Last night I slept downstairs with him as managing the stairs would be difficult for him. He was a little disturbed by this – he's accustomed to sleeping in our bedroom - and kept going to the foot of the stairs until I shut the sitting room door.
One could be forgiven for thinking that Cruella de Vil had been taking samples!
He woke about 4:00 am and wandered around for an hour or so before having a small meal and going back to sleep.
A Dalmatian's spots really are skin-deep! They are spotted within and without - even in their mouths. Buddy has had two analgesic patches. I think the second one may be removed on Monday.
He goes back to the vet for a check-up tomorrow – I don't know whether he'll have a fresh analgesic patch. He has antibiotics for the next few days and needs lots of rest to recuperate.
It's good to see him back in his place on the settee! He's a great character and we would have missed him sorely. His time will come – but not just now. There's life in the old dog, yet - and we have our great vets to thank for that!

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Shadow Shot Sunday #109


A nameless sculpture by an unnamed sculptor in Canary Wharf.
There are a number of sculptures but none of them (that I saw) carry any information.
Thank you to Tracy from 'Hey Harriet' who organises and hosts this weekly meme. To see more Shadows, please click here.

Camera Critters #115 In step

I think the collared doves parading across our gymnasium roof last week were practising their marching. Perhaps they wanted to be part of the Trooping the Colour on the Queen's Official Birthday last Saturday, 12th June.
Left . . .
. . . right . . .
. . . left . . . oops! Not quite in step . . .
. . . right . . . that's better!
. . . oh dear! More practice needed!
Thank you to Misty Dawn for organising and hosting this meme. To see more Critters please click here.