Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 4

May...or may not!

 Well April was dry...and now May is wet, windy and cold.

But even so the hidden garden at The Potters House Penketh is blooming.


The cherry tree has excelled itself with blossom...the hope is ripe cherries in June...as long as those pesky birds don't pinch the lot.


Although I curse the ever expanding plot of bluebells in June when the leaves turn slimey after the bells have seeded......nevertheless in May when they glow in the evening golden hour...I'm always glad that they are still there. 

Forgetmenots and bluebells...they grow themselves.

And that's a good thing...as I'm not the world's greatest seed sower.

Carole Klein may say.."Just throw them in...they want to grow"...I must be buying the wrong seed packets!


However I must have done something right as the Japanese chocolate vine has also rambled into an even more wonderful concoction of twisting stems and branches over the wood shed...I suspect it is even responsible for holding that old structure together!


I'm not sure if this is Walt..(wall brown) or Woody..(wood brown)...but I love how they dance together in May. 

Almost always seen in pairs...may be just brown but oh how they can dance.



"Let nothing trouble you...Let nothing scare you...All things pass"!...St. Teresa of Avila

Friday, April 29

A Poem for Thursday








This poem has had a spring clean....some editing!
It amazing what a month or two of lying low can do for words.

The arrogance of birds...
or ...
The jealousy of ground dwellers.

Here's what you get for having a tree in your garden.
You get magpies and crows, wood pigeons and robins,
 Who perch on the very top branch in an April morning
When the mellowness of Spring mists are rising.
And they look down at the world around them
 Feeling superior to us below at ground level.
And that's what you get for allowing a tree
To reach its ultimate height...... apart from the oxygen.

...you can see more of my pics at instagram geraldinesnape

Thursday, May 17

A Poem for Thursday





Did Lewis walk these woods?
And with his brother, once
Play hide and seek
On  a warm summer afternoon?

And did he get the idea for Narnia
As he followed these paths...
And did he see 
The same light come?

Over the hill
Beyond the ferns
Was Aslan rejoicing 
Dancing with the trees?

I hope he smiled
I smiled.


Posted for Poetry Jam
and Free Write Friday 
dVerse have a challenge as well...sprung rhythm...4 or 5 feet per line with the beat at the first ...so maybe this will make it!

This wood is in the County of Down and is just behind the town where C.S.Lewis was born. it's an ancient wood and quite mystical.....Wonderful!

Tuesday, February 22

Skelwith


An unexpected treat last weekend after a very busy week. We were booked into a hotel that we used to frequent in the past.
It's one of those areas that holds happy family memories.
We first took our two children there when one was five and the other barely four.
Much to the surprise of the friend who kindly drove us up to the Lake District, (we had no car then ), we stayed in a simple wooden mountain hut .........


..based in a farmyard on a hill between Ambleside and Coniston. He was appalled,
"you'll never survive"!
Yes it was basic, but it was all that we could afford at the time. And we were determined to give the kids a bit of a holiday over the Easter weekend.
I suppose it was really because it was so basic that they, and we, will never forget it.
Cows grazed around the hut and peered in through the gaps in the elevated floor at the back where the two bedrooms were.
The farmer came over late afternoon of our first day, to make sure we had all that we needed. He was rather merry as he had been to a wedding, and proceded to pour money into the gas meter.We didn't complain! It was very cold that Easter.


Every morning after breakfast we made our way down the hill to a cafe at Skelwith Bridge. There was a potbellied stove already lit and we sat around it as we drank coffee, while the children had hot chocolate and cakes.


I had a recipe from mum made with oats, cereal and cocoa which I grew up calling "chocolate fudge", ( possibly because the icing on the top was so thick). But at the cafe it was called Sid's Special. And for ever more that's what we called it, as Alan's dad was a Syd albeit with a "y".
Sadly, although the cakes were delicious this week, they no longer make Sid's Special. Nothing lasts forever.

Both the children were given some money to spend in the rest of the shop. Mostly they came back with a little sweet shaped like a honey bee and cover in striped paper with gauzy wings attached. That was the special treat!
But somehow it really was.


We always seemed to follow the well worn path up from the cafe toward the Skelwith Falls.



And so it was last week. We walked the circular route around the Elterwater Lake.


The scenery is stunning and it seems that in all the years of us walking here, nothing has changed . There is  that magic sense of continuance.



Of eternal hills and water and those ancient lakeland trees still standing majestically firm and comforting in their bulk.



Yet even when age causes a tree to crumble, it seems that new life springs out of that decay.




The river meanders at this point slowly towards the falls, with rushes on either side giving hideaways for the water fowl that inhabit them.


Nosy sheep stare blatently at us...waiting for lambs to be born. In those early years we were often privilaged to see them at the mountain hut in the hours after birth. And that was such a good experience for two children from a smokey town.



I need some information from a nature blogger to enlighten me as to what these fungi are. Also the names of the mosses which were so abundant this time. More than we had ever seen on the dry stone walls.





I'm sure that the expertise of someone like the Donegal Wildlife blogger will know, though perhaps the photos are not of a high enough standard to be able to distinguish them.


Then it's up and over the hill....



past that wooden shack...


back down again to the river at the bridge.....


and across the water is a wooden house.

When the children were small an old lady lived here with many, many cats. She made marmalades, jams and lemon curd. Each time we were there we went and bought some pots and hoped that not too many cat hairs would have made their way into the mixture!
Anyway it was delicious.

Now just in case you are interested, here is the recipe for either.....
chocolate fudge a la Mary Mac.
or
Syd's Special a la Skelwith Bridge Cafe c.1970's
(same thing)

1/2lb. butter
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup plain flour
1 cup cornflakes ( or similar cereal
1 cup porrige oats
cocoa powder

1. melt butter in a pan
2. add all other ingredients
3. press into a greased tin
bake at 150  for approx. twenty minutes
ice immediately with fairly thin chocolate water icing
made with icing sugar, cocoa and  a little hot water
mark out in the tin in squares
leave until cold
cut up and enjoy
"Sydney's Special"!