I watched and waited, very patiently again this evening and was rewarded
he trotted out and pottled about, appearing and disappearing until eventually
overcome by sleepiness he settled down, glancing round first to make sure that all was safe.
The dell is beautiful at the moment, with bluebells, dandelion clocks and blue eyed mary
in the kitchen garden the strawberries are - well, strawberrying
and higher up tulips and honesty bring vibrant colour, the deep magenta dicentra blends deliciously with the acid yellow of a little euphorbia which I'm not convinced I planted, though I love where it's put itself,
and the first flower I ever fell in love with is gradually spreading from the single plant I put in last year
I had a very amateur microscope as a child, which worked by reflecting light back from a concave mirror. This saxifrage grew in abundance over a sort of rockery and I adored it's foamy flowers and wonderful whorled leaves clustered at the base of the stems. I picked the flowers and brought them into the house to examine under my "scientific instrument" to see if I could see the cell structure. I seem to recall I just saw the pink splotches in magnificent detail - I know the whole exercise delighted the rather introspective only child I was becoming, and I remember my disgust when the plants were cleared vigorously away as being far too untidy and invasive. These are my reminder of childhood.