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Tuesday 7 June 2016

In rerum natura;










Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Oscar Wilde, "De Profundis"

Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)



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Thursday 26 May 2016

Thursday..... Dodder, the clever world of parasitic plants.









Golden dodder (Cuscuta campestris). Common names;Angel's hair, beggar vine, field dodder, love vine, strangle vine, strangle weed,


The parasitic vine called dodder is the sniffer dog of the vegetable world. It contains almost no chlorophyll – the pigment that most plants use to make food – so to eat it must suck the sugary sap from other plants. Dodder uses olfaction to hunt down its quarry. It can distinguish potential victims from their smell, homing in on its favorites and also using scents emitted by unhealthy specimens to avoid them.
 (Science, vol 313, p 1964).

A distinctive yellow, golden or orange coloured parasitic plant. The short-lived leafless climbing stems are hairless thread-like. These stems produce small suckers which penetrate the host plant's stems or leaves. The plant also produces quantities of seed. Each small, creamy  flower may contain 4 seeds.

This  parasitic plant that is  known as a pest of crops, it also attacks a wide range of naturalised species and native plants.

This exotic, introduced parasitic plant has naturalised  throughout the coastal and sub-coastal regions of Australia. It is most abundant in south-eastern South Australia, along the Murray River and its tributaries), south-eastern Queensland and eastern New South Wales.





Monday 23 May 2016

Monday....bookshelf; The book of summers;







The Book Of Summers by Emylia  Hall

Every summer was perfect until the last.







A wonderful story from the beginning to the end. Happiness is followed by sadness,  provoked by unforgiveness of unforeseen actions, severely affecting all.

Hungary,  a place never forgotten,
Marika spelling out my name in Raspberries,
Zoltan waving his brush in a cheerful, paint-splash salute and my friend Tamàs.....

One great lie takes everything with it.









Thursday 19 May 2016

Thursday.. magic in the garden..







Mystic and playful,
 charming and savage,
Most are bewitching; we must be cautious.



Cosmos



Orchid



Fungi







©Photos mygarden Text Ts 

Tuesday 10 May 2016

Tuesday...








May, cool nights are calling for blankets and quilts. The crochet blanket is old, soft  from washing. It tells stories of hands, holding  a crochet hook, one stitch after the other, thoughts caught for ever in the fibers,  mingling  and swirling, happy and sad, irretrievable. It is great to snuggle when the cold winds are calling, rattling the shadows of the past.



Billy has his own snuggle blanket. He is just like people, he  loves his comforts.





A blanket in progress from all sorts of yarns. Randomly added colours and patterns. I don't know how long it will take to finish it.  I think there are about 350 stitches, one row after the other...when I feel like it!



©Photos Ts 

Wednesday 4 May 2016

Wednesday...a little light;





“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” 
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice



Early morning in the garden, silence, the first birds have already noisily greeted the day, now the morning sun plays and moves with patterns and lights. Ts

©Photo mygarden/ Text Ts