Relish the changing seasons

Left the head gardener lawn-levelling after the pond re-fit.

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I don’t remember bluebell woods as a child.  Perhaps they hadn’t been invented then?  Or perhaps I didn’t live near a wood. Or perhaps the soil conditions weren’t quite right?

following the red route
following the red route

 

At this time of year I imagine that I have some skill as a painter.  A backwash of grey, horizontal stripes of green and mauve and vertical jabs of brown.  A masterpiece in my mind, but never committed to paper.

a real treat: a lawned and mown footpath!
a real treat: a lawned and mown footpath!

 

Thoroughly immersed in Kent life, I now relish the changing seasons, as bluebells turn to asparagus.

fabulous countryside
fabulous countryside

 

A first for me: the Eastling Bluebell Walk in aid of church funds.  Stopped for a sit down at the top of the hill and watched lots of Faversham friends puffing their way up in my footsteps.  Somehow my one hour long walk took two and a half hours.  Rewarded with a fantastic lunch at the village hall.  The array of cakes and puddings was just amazing.

a date for your diary - May Bank Holiday Monday 2015
a date for your diary – May Bank Holiday Monday 2015

 

Such a shame that bluebells aren’t for picking.  We have a few in the garden … and sometimes they just snap off as I walk past.

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Happy flowers!

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