It’s still September

If I’m not careful I’ll catch up with myself, blogging at this rate.
 
 
 

Tuesday 20th September ’16


A “Grade ‘A’, grey day”* on the pond. What’s the correct spelling of GREY (or GRAY) anyhow? Apparently gray is used more in the U.S of A. but grey elsewhere although either is OK wherever you are. see herelink.
Ivy flowers have pollen covered stamens to coat wasps, bees, flies and hoverflies when they come for the nectar.
The seeds of the sycamore spiral slowly down helicoptering as they go. The low speed of descent allows the wind to carry them far afield. I hate sycamores. They spring up any- and every-where and grow so fast that other trees have little chance to compete. Continue reading

End of June

Published in error 2nd November, but it’ll have to do now.
The ‘wramblings’ in the header has, as you will have deduced gentle reader, a silent W which is there for purely aesthetic reasons. I rather like the twothree definitions of ‘ramble’:

  1. Walk for pleasure in the countryside
  2. Talk or write at length in a confused or inconsequential way
  3. (Of a plant) put out long shoots and grow over walls or other plants

(Oxford Dictionaries)
The first two of these I do to a great extent, the second rather more than the first, and the third is a characteristic of many plants that that leg me up when negotiating my way through shrubberies and the like. Got rather distracted there for a while by The Knights Who Say Ni while looking up shrubbery. Incidentally, one of the best insults in the English language has to be “Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries”. (see what I mean about the second definition?)

Don’t forget that you can see pictures bigger by clicking on ’em, mousing over should bring up captions. All pictures are on Flickr, here. Continue reading