Images of the last week part two: hard-boiled eggs eaten on the beach. More special because they are from our own ducks and there is something in me that responds to the sight of the children tucking in so heartily to our own produce, whether it is fruit, veg, eggs or meat. I know where it has come from and what has gone into the making of it. Mind you, I have the same feeling when the woodshed is full and the chutneys are made, shelves glistening with jams and wines bubbling away in the front porch. Their is truly something about this 'providing' that fills a need in me (though I did realise how close to an obsession it can be when I caught myself feeding part of my orange to a perfectly well-fed and not at all hungry baby on the beach at the weekend!)
A drink of elderflower cordial to wash it all down.
A play in the icy sea with friends to work up an appetite for more. My golly, was that sea icy! I managed my first dip of the year, but can't claim it was a swim as i managed little more than ten strokes in all I should think before hypothermia threatened...brrr!
In the garden the apple blossom is almost in full flow. This is from our Bramley and is truly my favourite. Soft white blushed with the palest pink against deeper cerise, the contrast making it stand out beautifully in fornt of our kitchne window.
Buds from the Cornish Aromatic which sits in our lawn arching its branches most prettily over the soft grass and the effect of the two reminding me of a country churchyard. Hmm, not sure others see it that way. Cornish Aromatic has one of the best perfumes of all the apple blossoms I think.
And fully in flower; a more muted colour palette, but beautiful nonetheless. The overall picture this lovely tree creates is reminiscent of weddings somehow at the moment.
Children playing outside after school.
A line of pasta drying in the kitchen while we potter in the garden. (More for comedy effect this one!)
And finally, the reflection in the wildlife pond where I was trying to photograph the newts and failing miserably. they are so gorgeous and we have loads of them. I think they are the palmate newts as opposed to the smooth or crested, but I am boring everyone either way by going on and on about them. I haven't seen any for years and thought they had gone, but this lot seem to be less shy. How though do you get a picture? Ah well, at least it proves the pond is doing what it should and encouraging life in the wild.
That's it for now and well done for reaching the end. Off to turn some nettles into wine now (and no, it's not a miracle!).
Have a good day x
