There are a lot of birds nesting in our garden but the newly fledged young tend to be very secretive, keeping quiet and hidden unless the parent bird is close when insistent cheeping is the only evidence of their presence. I discovered this young blackbird on a branch of a lilac tree I was trimming back. The youngster watched me beadily but silently as I put down my tools and backed away slowly. It was still in the same place by the time I had fetched my camera, and stayed obligingly still as I photographed it, after which I left it in peace.
The fuzzy purple flower heads of Meadow Rue – Thalictrum aquilegifolium – rise above other plants like a hazy cloud, but on closer inspection each individual flower head is like a small firework explosion.
The barley in the field behind our house isn’t ripe yet, but it is looks very inviting; soft and green. Not until you get closer do you realise that the long hairs are really quite coarse and rough on your fingers.
This has to be one of my all time favourite roses – Rosa gallica ‘Versicolour’ or Rosa Mundi. Historically this is a very old rose, first mentioned in the 15th century but allegedly much older, legend linking it to Henry II’s mistress Rosamund Clifford. It is not a repeat flowering rose, but when it is in flower the bush sports dozens of wonderfully marked blooms with a rich, old-rose scent.
The dandelion season is well and truly over now, but after the bright yellow flowers had finished we were left with their spherical seed heads. These dandelion clocks bring back memories of childhood when we used to blow the seeds free in an attempt to tell the time. Every puff of breath needed would equate to an hour. Somehow, they were never very accurate.