Saturday, August 1, 2015

Patchworks of colour



I wake up early, the day is grey and cloudy, fancy pigeons strut their stuff on the lawn.  Yesterday we went a walk in the evening along the lane to Seaton.  A barn owl flew away in the distance and a hare ran the long distance of a field.  Small brown creatures appeared far away, we thought at first rabbits but as two stood up to box realised they must be a family of hares.  
Swallows wheeled overhead, feasting on the aerial soup of insects, their wings curved against the blue sky and you will have to imagine them, for no matter how many photos I took they were absent from the picture.  They have their nests under the deep eaves of a pair of cottages at the beginning of the walk.  We have three nests under the eaves of the church, they fly with accurate bomb like precision into the nests to feed the young.
There is rather worrying a fox around, or maybe more, LS saw one peering down at our garden, and E has five of her free ranging chickens killed the other day.  What I love about the verges full of the tangle of wild grasses and flowers is the meadowsweet intermingled with the pale blue of the cranesbill.  The meadowsweet is going over now, has reached that old lace cream in its colouring. Summer is soon gone and you have to grab the images quickly in the mind.  The countryside is quiet in the evening, you can see far into the distance, a long low ridge covered in forest and the mind wanders to other villages waiting for the night to appear.  Apparently it was a 'blue moon' last night but it seemed the usual  penny bright colour when I saw it.
And the explanation is here, because it wasn't blue




Thistles add their shaggy heads to the mood music of colour
The farm on the hill





Coming back into the village

The roses that loll over the fence of the pub at the moment.
Colour has been on my mind lately, and have just ordered some more patchwork materials for a new project, beside me on the desk lies a piece of material, with elegant green and red poppies.  It feels like a 1930's piece, Poirot and Agatha Christie come to mind immediately, this will be a runner edged with red.




5 comments:

  1. Very 30s Thelma. Love it. You seem to have fetched up in a lovely spot - comparison photos in 6 mths' time will be interesting!!

    I hope that the fox doesn't prove to be a nuisance for your chickens. That's the trouble when they are free range. We had more problems with polecats than foxes but there is the attraction of the Shoot's pheasant poults to distract foxes round here.

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    1. Of course having ordered materials from Cottonpatch, the family came yesterday and Matilda (the next quilt) had already been on the site choosing her fabrics, I kept quiet.
      I expect that if we get a dog and chickens the problem with foxes won't be too bad.

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  2. We have foxes here but (touch wood) they have never bothered our hens.
    Lovely post Thelma - my son rarely blogs but he has done today (made out of words on my side bar) - his post might be of interest to you.

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  3. Thanks for your reply regarding the pony and trap. I must say it made me smile too as I mentioned to the farmer that you had seen one up your way.

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    1. I did go and read your son's blog Pat, lovely writing, I think blogging is an acquired taste, us females ramble quite happily over the small details. I for one find it hard to actually construct a comment on other people's blogs. Funny that you having a pony and trap up your way, think there must be a 'training' school for them round here, seen about half a dozen.

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