Saturday, 2 June 2007

The Orchard

Summer's here!

The hammock went up in the orchard today, strung between two ancient plum trees, threaded through with the tiny pink scented roses that flower for only two weeks each year, echoing the delicate pink and white blossom that studded the trees earlier in the spring, promising a heavy crop of pears, apples and plums when summer slips away.

The mown grass is a vivid green after the recent heavy rains, and delicious dark pink dog roses glow in the hawthorn hedge. A faded, weather-beaten wooden table and chairs invite me to take time out and let my cares melt away.

I thought of going somewhere else today, but what could be better than this?

15 comments:

  1. Lovely, Marianne! I feel much the same about my garden - now that the wild white rose has taken over from the mock-orange, and the hollyhocks are climbing fast!

    Have just posted another blog myself btw. Do call on me when you can...

    (Hope you enjoy your drinks party - and carry your new pink bag!)

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  2. Yes the weather is lovely and the garden looks great and I have a stinking clod and I can't enjoy it - pass the pitty please!!!!

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  3. Oh no, a stinking clod! How awful. Nice to see you back Secretary.

    Off to the party in about an hour. Awful complications with the ex-husband and complicated arrangements with our son, which mean that, as always, everyone gets upset and no-one gets the deal they want. Why does no-one ever tell you that divorce is for the rest of your life, unlike some marriages. See you soon Beatrice.

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  4. ........meanwhile, on the North Northumbrian coast, the sea fret lingers. Grrr!

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  5. You don't mention your wine suggestions to complement the idyllic scene. I trust there was some...?

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  6. @themill, you're so right. It has been autumnal here today ...

    Marianne, I'd love a hammock .. it sounds heaven

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  7. Oh dear, in my illness did I say clod - you know what I meant - stinking COLD. Why do men always have to upset everything - so men like!

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  8. No, I love the clod. Much more descriptive and original. I intend always to have horrid clods in future.

    If I wave a magic wand, perhaps you will have a hammock M&M. If I wave it hard enough, perhaps I will have my own trees and my own garden to put my hammock up in. That's quite a big wish.

    The weather here has changed today. I think it must have come from the north...

    I was thinking that it would be perfect for a party - perhaps everyone could bring their own wine and I would just lie in the hammock admiring it all.

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  9. Wow, it sounds like paradise!

    DM

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  10. Ah but do you have a family of foxes in your orchard? I'm sure ours have moved in, so what the hell do we do about that given that we are not exactly in the middle of the country?

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  11. Nothing is better than you describe.

    I feel quite homesick (sob!)

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  12. Oh Debio. I feel for you. I'm sure there are all sorts of wonderful things going on in The Land of Sand, but I sometimes think that there is nothing more perfect than a sunny June day in the English countryside. If it makes you feel any better, the winters here are indescribably dull and muddy.

    Apparently foxes now prefer town life. They may have a point, Cathy. There used to be hens in the orchard until the fox came a little early one evening and created havoc.

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