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I have been remiss, yet again, with this blog. I could say real life has intruded, but have you seen this video? If that isn’t real life, I don’t know what is. Is it called irony watching live turkey boys having a family squabble right before my family sat down for its Thanksgiving dinner … Continue reading
Yes, looking back over the last few posts, it is clear I have become a bit moon mad. But in the best possible way, I hope. I do think that I can be excused for my excessive interest (although this article doesn’t), as this was the third and final super moon for 2019, a … Continue reading
I think this has become my most favorite word, and I owe it to Quercuscommunity who got it from John Clare (quoted on the Quercuscommunity page): And coy bumbarrels, twenty in a drove, Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain And hang on little twigs and start again. John Clare – Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter I may … Continue reading
I have pledged that I will stop apologizing for not posting more frequently, because at this rate I would be apologizing constantly. I don’t know whether I don’t post because of work, or because there is just so much going on in the yard that I become overwhelmed by all the subjects and procrastinate. The … Continue reading
Another month, another apology for my absence, especially to all those blogs to which I subscribe. I do get some of your posts on my phone and have enjoyed reading them, making a note to self to drop a like or a comment by, but obviously to no avail. I plead a writing commitment, that … Continue reading
We’ve had many blessings in the garden this year, and have learned of many more in the world at large. Firstly, closer to home: Hedgehogs We began with one, but numbers on any one evening reached five and of all different sizes. Some were bolder, not ready to relinquish the food even at our approach. … Continue reading
We’ve had the first batch of babies through here: baby Great Tits and Blue Tits (who together form a gang which dominates the airwaves and the feeders); baby starlings (ditto); baby sparrows (babies well-behaved, it’s the adults that are little highway bandits with the bird food, especially worms); baby squirrels; baby magpies; one baby … Continue reading
or “It will not always be summer.” (be prepared for hard times) taken from Stone, J. R. (2005). The Routledge Dictionary of Latin Quotations: The Illiterati’s Guide to Latin Maxims, Mottoes, Proverbs and Sayings, Routledge. Yes, the arrival of autumn, the precursor of winter, as well as winter itself signals hard times to come for the … Continue reading
My excuse for the title of this post is the tenuous link that we have had everything except horses in our garden so far this summer (although we have horses regularly clip clop past our house as someone in the neighborhood owns them). Although, do I need an excuse? It is an evocative, almost mystical … Continue reading
Yes that time again, the first fledges of the season. And, as per usual, we are overrun with babies and their frantic parents. They are more work outside the nest than in You will notice how the female blackbird runs to the edge of the oil tank (for that is the attractively decorated platform they … Continue reading
My Latin Notebook 