Wishing it was warm

Finally the temperature is plummeting. Warm days this November are fading as the Jet Stream of wind changes position and cold air tumbles down from the Arctic. Some parts of Britain might see wintery showers soon. Then my garden plants will be hit by the chill. In the meantime I can only think of the glorious plants that bloomed in the spring and summer and the seasons ahead of us. Looking forward to the future again.

The weather turns

Rain, then more rain, followed by sunshine and showers. More rain due. Mists and drizzle. Cold showers. Heavy showers travel up the country. From south to north, west to east. Scudding across the sky. Clouds caught on a strong wind. Billowing, blousy, heavy, dark grey. Moving faster than waking pace, shadows flit across the ground. Leaving puddles of shade on the scorched pavements. Dry September has become wet September. Summer has become Autumn. Growth to decay. Age after youth.

Another month

Another month, the Earth has travelled another twelfth of its orbit round the Sun. Nights have started to get a little bit longer here in the Northern Hemisphere, shorter in the Southern one, and staying about the same on the Equator.

Sunlight heats the world and now more of its heat is trapped in our atmosphere because of the Greenhouse effect. Carbon dioxide and Methane emitted into the atmosphere are transparent to visible light waves but not in the infra red spectrum and they prevent heat being reflected out back into space.

I remember wonderful summers in the 1960’s, summer dresses, ice lollies. There was no hole in the ozone layer. We lived on a goldilocks planet where things were mostly comfortable. Now when you look at the graphs these years of the twentieth century have all been getting hotter, at a faster and faster rate. Stop and Think, try and help. Don’t let politicians bamboozle you with their hot air! Recycle, reuse, turn the heating down. Its up to all of us.

Ice cream

#bandofsketchers prompt yesterday was ‘sweet’. I’ve been eating far too much ice cream recently. I used post it notes for the sauce and sprinkles and the tub, then shaded and drew with a fine line black ink pen. The shading was done with a pale green felt pen. This is meant to indicate soft ice cream, the stuff they sometimes call Mr Whippy!

My secret garden (mirrored)

By duplicating and flipping one side of the couple of photos I ended up with an interesting structure (in reality next doors small extension bathroom). The hanging baskets and pots pop with green and bright flowers. As they grow and bloom I will post more pictures (and include more if the rain stops!). Summer is here so they should take up more space. Gardening and rain, a typical British summer.

Baby Coot

At least I think it’s a Coot dabbling away at the water. I always get Coots and Moorhens mixed up. One sort has a white patch on its head, the other a red patch. They look very similar except that Moorhens are slightly smaller? The weird thing about the chicks is that the have a slightly red patch of feathers above their beaks. The parent (not sure if it’s male of female) certainly seems to be keeping an eye on the chick.

Photo taken at Westport lake a couple of weeks ago during a walk round the nature reserve.