Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Sunshine at Wakehurst Place
Let us hardly mention this morning.
Bill did housework, whilst I wrote up last weekend's purchases.
I still felt really tired, despite having got to bed at just gone 9 o'clock last night.
But the day was too lovely to allow tiredness to get in the way - it was a day to go out and experience the warm autumn sunshine and the glories of nature.
We went to Wakehurst Place for a couple of hours of walking and enjoying.
The little autumn cyclamens were at their best today.
A pink carpet under the trees.
The gardens are huge, but the lake is a real focal point.
You may recall that a pine tree - particularly a lonesome pine, is perhaps my favourite tree.
Though my pine was hardly alone within the pinetum - just full of magnificent trees; there are pines and other conifers from all around the world.
There are birds everywhere - chirruping and calling.
There are big birds and tiny birds - birds on land and birds on the water.
Mrs Pheasant sits out in the field on her nest. She had no eggs, but it's home.
Mr Pheasant struts and is admired.
There are birds of all types on the lake.
We enjoyed watching the ducklings preening themselves in the sunshine on the bank.
The robin was tweeting loudly....... can I say that these days? People "tweet" - though I haven't yet caught that habit; nice to drop in on those who have though.
Most trees have only just begun to display autumn colours - edges of leaves are just yellowing. Though horse chestnut leaves are looking much more brown and dry.
But these trees just looked glorious, reds, oranges and pinks glowing in the sun.
This is a hydrangea - a tree rather a bush.
Japanese dogwood. Wikipedia says the fruits are edible.
We saw the huge tree trunk and I persuaded Bill to sit on it for a photo.
It makes me smile - he looks a bit like Humpty Dumpty!
Posing by the autumn cyclamens.
Then home to cook sausage and mash and loads of vegetables - enough food for tomorrow too.
This week the sausages were pork and honey - from the seller who has a stall at Ford.
