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Monday, 28 May 2012

Chelsea Flower Show Part II

More photographs - these were the entries for the RHS Young Chelsea Florist of the Year competitions - don't remember which one was the winner - I think they all are.



















I'm not sure these photographs do the arrangements justice - they were very beautiful.

More tomorrow.

Chelsea Flower Show - Part I


The weather was perfect on Friday for a day on the river - well, it wasn't really a day more like a short trip up the river to Chelsea.  I had so been looking forward to going to the Chelsea Flower Show this year and the day began with a minor disaster - yes the car broke down on my way to my friend's house where I was going to leave the car before catching the train with said friend.  It managed to break down on a main road where I had stopped at traffic lights - as the lights turned green the car turned itself off!  As I waited for the AA to arrive a friendly policeman knocked on my window asking if I wanted to be pushed onto the side road because I was causing a traffic jam - fantastic.  Once on the side road I managed to relax a little - there's nothing like angry fellow motorists shaking their heads and fists at me and mouthing obscenities to make you feel uptight - of course I planned to break down where I did just to make their and my life difficult - honestly "there's nowt so queer as folk" or should I say "nothing like a little road rage in the morning".

My friend arrived before the AA and we sat and waited together - we didn't have to wait too long really and although he was unable to get the car going again he did arrange for it to be towed to my local garage - the alternator had died.

The car gone we were on our way also and decided to only travel part way to Chelsea by train and then boarded a clipper at London Bridge for a lovely relaxing trip up the river.







We ended up having a lovely day - I took lots of photographs and bought lots of seeds and made a list of more plants that I want!!  Now all I need is the time to sow everything.


Anybody know what these are called?  I know they are something Foxtail !


Can't remember the name of these either!



So many to choose from .... who can choose just one colour


How fabulous would this be in the front garden


I bought some of these bulbs - hope mine are as beautiful as these!

I want all of these!

A walled garden would make my life complete ..... well almost!


More photographs tomorrow.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Pedro and Alice



We have a pair of blue tits currently living in our bird box which the girls have named Pedro and Alice!  We get blue tits nesting in this box every year and judging by the "to-ing and fro-ing" that Pedro and Alice do during the course of the day suggests there are babies in the box.  We haven't seen them, nor have we heard them, but I suspect the cats know they are there!

We have spent the past week on bird watch - that is to say, watching for the cats and then hurtling out of the back door to shoo the cats away.  There are two black cats that normally have a wander through our garden at various times of the day, they come over the back gate, walk along the fence and then jump down the other side.  However, the other morning I came down, opened the curtains to find one of the black cats sitting on the fence watching a blue tit in the tree.  The scene was reminiscent of a Tom and Jerry cartoon when the cat sits watching Tweety Pie in her cage - I flew to the back door, wrenched it open, the cat made the quickest exit over the fence I've ever seen it make.  I've seen the cat literally hanging in my apple tree (which is next to the bird box) and jumping onto the box which was left hanging at a very jaunty angle rather precariously - out I went.  I've seen both cats sitting on the ground intently watching the bird box with murder in their eyes - out the girls went.  I've seen the cats sitting on the shed roof waiting to pounce - out the girls went. 

Now, generally speaking I am happy for the cats to wander through the garden, because I figure where there are cats there will not be any mice or rats (not that we have rats you understand, but we did have mice in the garden when we had our two rabbits and we have seen evidence of mice in the shed).  However, none of us are prepared to sit by and watch the cats terrorise defenceless little Pedro and Alice and their babies - measures would need to be taken.  The husband was all for (and still is) metal spikes along the top of the fence!  Too drastic, dangerous and cruel for my liking. So off he went around to our local "cheap" shop with younger daughter to buy a large water pistol (gun) and came back with a medium sized water pistol and a bag of moth balls which he had been told would deter cats.  Well, I can tell you that moth balls do not deter cats and the water pistol is useless.  The husband then said he would get a "sling-shot" - which really didn't require comment from me - really I think he needs to grow up.  We then bought three plants which apparently cats and dogs avoid because of its scent - Coleus Canina otherwise known as Cat Shoo!
As you can see from the photograph above - the husband has hung a pot next to the bird box and we have two more waiting to be planted but which are sitting on the ground below the box at present -



I'm hoping the plants will work - they come in two forms, either a green leaf (as we have) or variegated leaf and will have pale blue flowers in summer.  Failing these, the next purchase will have to be something that emits a sound only heard by animals.  However I have to say, that the cats' visits have been less frequent and they have tended to pass through rather than hang around, so maybe the plants are working.

The lengths we go to - I just hope Pedro and Alice appreciate all that we are doing for them.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

ANZAC DAY

Today is Anzac Day and for a good description of today I recommend the post by Magnolia Verandah  (then click HOME) which also contains a recipe for Anzac Biscuits which I plan to make later today.

Anzac Day commemorates the landing at Gallipoli in Turkey in 1915 and the devestation.

Mustafa Kemal Attaturk is considered the father of modern Turkey and this is his epitaph to the men who died at Gallipoli.

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives ....
You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country,
Therefore rest in peace,
There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us
Where they lay side by side
Here in this country of ours ....
You, the mothers,
Who sent your sons from far away countries,
Wipe away your tears;
Your sons are now lying in our bosom
And are in Peace.
After having lost their lives on this land
They have become our sons as well.

ATTATURK 1934



Today is also the anniversary of the death of my maternal grandmother Isabella who died in 2003 aged 96 - she was a brave and fearless woman - RIP.

Lest We Forget.Magnolia Verandah

Friday, 20 April 2012

Feeding The Deer in Weald Park


Always a happy time - popped into Weald Park to feed the deer - one hour and ten packets of deer food later - we left.







The beady-eyed geese couldn't reach us quickly enough for some food!



I love the school holidays - roll on summer!

Thursday, 19 April 2012

London


We spent the day in London last Tuesday - lunch at the V & A followed by a wander around and then a quick trip across the road for a whiz around the Natural History Museum.

Then of course girls being girls - it was off to for a spot of shopping in Knightsbridge followed by a quick trip to Kings Road - where we managed to get caught in the rain.

I just had to have one of these!



Actually not as nice as you would expect (or certainly not as I would expect)



Younger daughter dressing up in the V & A shop


No one we know - too busy taking photographs ....... !

Anyone for lunch?




It was a lovely - but exhausting day - I'd love a rug from this company (don't you love that van\)





Did you manage to get out and about over the Easter holidays?

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Not Enough Hours in the Day ............. ?

I've just read the recent post entitled "What Did We Do Before Blogging?!!"  by My French Country Home - a very good question, it was only this afternoon that I wondered when I would finally get the opportunity to sit down today (dinnertime excluded).  I think it had something to do with waking up late and daylight saving - having lost an hour today, but it seems that as the girls have got older instead of having more time to myself I seem to have less!  Elder daughter is always in need of being driven somewhere, younger daughter always needs help with homework and I do have to drive them to school each day and collect them most afternoons - a round trip journey of one hour, so I know where two hours of my day go at least!   I only work part time two days a week, so I think my blogging time must be taken from my housework time!  Who can complain about that - certainly not me!




I don't read as often as I did, although having said that I've recently finished two books, one by Christie Dickason - entitled The Noble Assassin - gripping story set during the reign of James I - what a tricky time it was, how the nobility had to take great care not to be tainted with any hint of treason.  A very good read, I'm now reading another of Christie Dickason's books entitled The King's Daughter - I should probably have read this first because it details the life of the Princess Elizabeth, daughter of James I, whereas The Noble Assassin is set later and the Princess is therefore older and married.

My second reading project, which didn't take as long to read as I had feared, due in no small part to how well written the book is and how gripping the storyline.



I had never given much thought to Thomas Cromwell in history, yet he was pivotal in history both with Cardinal Wolsey and Henry VIII after the death of Wolsey.  His background was quite humble (the son of a Blacksmith) and yet he managed to rise to a great height and accumulate great wealth.  In Wolf Hall he becomes a likeable character who is a loving and kind father, despite his own father having been a tyrant who would beat him as a child, he became the opposite as a father himself, even taking on the role of father figure to his nephew.  The sadness conveyed when his beloved wife dies, as also the following year when his two young daughters die, makes him a very human figure.  Was he really this likeable?  Could someone as ambitious as he be as caring as he is shown to be? Was he really in love with Jane Seymour?   Really, it no longer matters, I do feel the need to read more about his life and downfall though - apparently brought about by his support of Anne of Cleves - and wish that Hilary Mantel had written more, or at least have written part two!