


Huge and tall, these stunning flowers had grown up at Trentham Gardens today. Everything was massive and blousy. I’m trying to reduce my file sizes so I’m only adding small images. But you get the idea. Nice walk with friends in exploring mode.
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Huge and tall, these stunning flowers had grown up at Trentham Gardens today. Everything was massive and blousy. I’m trying to reduce my file sizes so I’m only adding small images. But you get the idea. Nice walk with friends in exploring mode.

Strawberries and cream
A delightful dish
Summers dream
Taste of bliss.
Sweet and lovely
Soft and silky
Red and white
Dessert delight!

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.

Too many flowers
Growing out and round
Hanging baskets
Decked out and grand.
Pots filled with lots
Of colours and shapes
Joy to my heart
These flower baskets make.
A real riot of colour
Blooming in my heart
And the heart
Of the city.

#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!

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.

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.

The spring has almost gone
High summer peeps around the corner.
Blazing sun and full flowers
Are queuing to appear
Lazy days and blousy blooms
Heat haze over a lake
Birds throng with joyous songs
Now we can stay out late
Not worry about frosts and ice.
Till autumn blows in again…
Smiling cloud faces, view of Snowdonia, Wales, UK , June I think, 2019. Wishing I was there now. We haven’t been able to visit for over a year because of Covid…I saw this again today and remembered how enjoyable it was just travelling, exploring, driving down roads I’d never been down before. I don’t mind not driving much, but I’d like to go to a few nice places again….


Shaggy giants with delicate fronds of leaves hanging down and blowing in the cold wind. I’ve sat underneath a willow tree, back against its trunk, hidden behind the curtain of leaves. I was only young and it was like sitting in a fairytale. I remember the sunlight sparkling and dancing through the lace like leaves.
Dry ground, roots, scuffed by ducks and geese. Memories of the 1960’s. So long ago, but we’ll remembered.