|Frost and Hydrangea leaves, morning sun|
to mild and almost dry in places. This has allowed me out to explore the character of this new space we occupy for a while. Quite along while I hope, though in terms of the plants that are here already, we are newcomers.
The first delight I discovered was this quiet presence lurking beneath some unpruned young growth.
The trunk is a delight, so sturdy and moistly dark It is, I think, Prunus laurocerasus and stands at the top of a very short run of some all but invisible tiny little steps which will need to be cleared in time. It sits at the turn of a miniature walk that wends its way from the back door to the lawn.
|Wol in his new home|
Wol has been moved there, he seemed to fit with the spirit of the tree, despite being from Zimbabwe originally
Then this afternoon I went to clear this space,
a narrow little channel which zigzags between the house and the property boundary, and is fronted by a garage.
As I fought my way to the garage wall, I found this
the pattern of seedheads against the blue of the window frame delighted me. It did, however, have to go!