Sadly, the boss's camera has got to go in for a clean, there is more dirt on the CCD than photons. This may give me a chance for some more philosophical musing on a dog's life; two bees or not (this is a profound mathematical question for those who use base one maths). Anyway, no new pictures for a couple of days; maybe some archive footage will be available.
lots of love Spot, and Harri who came third.
Monday, May 15, 2006
chicken legs
and our first sighting of bird's foot trefoil, named for its seed pods
It does not look edible to me.
cold comfrey
common comfrey and free loader; this not the Russian variety seen around the village but the old herbalist's favourite. It is growing in our favourite lane. Apparently, so I am told, the name comes from the Latin conferre, to draw together, because it was used to mend broken bones; and a slimy substance of the root made in a posset of ale was good for bad backs. The boss is out in the kitchen sliming away and drinking beer ... fat chance.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
native bluebells
this is a very pretty slender thing, with its flowers all down one side, none of the fat exuberance of Aragon. It grows very happily in these meadows.
spirits
up in the meadows, Greenscoombe woods, looking for fritillaries (far too early I think) capturing the spirit of running (I'm the black blur)
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