Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘butterflies’

It’s been an interesting ‘summer’ in the Museum Courtyard, what with the ongoing weeding, the depredations of the May gale, the miserable damp weather and the Installation by Keiko, which is the best thing to happen so far, because Keiko  likes plants and has shown true respect for all the tiny things growing between the cobbles.

Which is more than can be said for a few brats…

She has even put protective bits of ballast and old roof tile around some that might otherwise have been trampled by careless feet coming to look at her work.

The feet purrobably weren’t doing the looking, it was much more likely the persons attached to same… Clarifications&Corrections R Us.

This sunny box under the wooden walkway suffered least from the wind and the lobelia and nasturtiums went a bit mad. But in a nice way.

These plastic ‘window’ boxes, probably kindly donated, are too small to hold their water and were very badly hit by the storm, just after planting. A bit stunted, but hanging in there. Watered regularly by Coull Deas MBE, fisherman retd age 86. Some kid!

Fishermen’s Association Pittenweem fishbox with rampant nasturtiums. The lobelia, alyssum and pansies got a bit swamped, but the bumblebees, hoverflies and butterflies love nasturtiums and Empress of India trails everywhere in an artistic sort of way.

The fenders, nets, kist, basket, ballast and rope look in keeping, but possibly not the watering can and wheelbarrow!

Just to round things off, here’s a gratuitous photo of Reaper’s sail, hoisted at a recent event in Newburgh, taken from the companionway.

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

That Jeelie, she’s just moitherin‘ me to put her Pride&Joy into my blog again, and it a mere dug too! Well, don’t say I’m not good to you is all. Bloody dugs comin’ in here and takin’ up purrecious space…mutter, mutter, mutt…

So anyway, there he goes, off into Butterfly Heaven, trot-trot-trot, through the Meadowsweet, without a care in the world…

But not for long, because he wants to know what the rest of us are doing (well to be strickly honest like I always am, I wasn’t actually there, but they told me all about it afterwards, like)

“Well come on then,” sez he, “Let’s get a move on – things to see, smells to smell and so on…”

So they did. And so did he…

Sometimes he was just a blur…unless you’d rather blame Her-in-Charge of Catcam, but I wouldn’t if I were you…

Now, me’n’Marmers really really get this bit. This is Interestin’ Smells of Somethin’ or Other. It might be a Woozle…

Then again, it might just be a dug’s mammy and nuncle…

Me’n’Marmers had to stifle a bit of a snortygiggle at this one…poor poor Paddy, hobbled by Sticky Willie! (Paddy’s mammy would like you to know that white bit in the middle is a front paw and not one of those distant memories that some of us have…it’d be quite impurrressive if it was:-)

Freed from bondage, Paddy trots off towards the light and more butterfly clouds…

That without which a walk is but a poor poor thing indeed…

Back in CookieCutterCott and inexplicably attached to mpu’s slippered foot. We purrefer laps ourselves, but it is a dug after all….

Read Full Post »

If you go down to the woods today you’re bound to get a surprise… So the ditty goes. There I was, prowling along on paddypaws, stopping to sniff the flowers…only a rose…admiring the sunny butterflies sooking up the nectar and plumping up their wings…

peacock butterfly on hebe…gazing up at the mountainly magnificence that is Largo Law (290mtrs) in a “Gosh that’s big” sort of way…

Largo Law…pondering on whether a small stripey cat might silently slink into the ripening crop without anyone noticing…

across the fields of gold…and deciding that purrhaps one might get lost, or even Meet Something Nasty like a heffalump or a woodshed like Auntie Ada, so best not risk it…

burial place of R Crusoe's parents…getting a decided Crick in the Neck looking up at the spire of this church and thinking, “R Crusoe’s mammy and daddy are buried in that graveyard,” like you do if you’re an educated pussy…

…just minding my own business, humming a little hum, swishin’ ma tail and blinking in the dappled shade…

a woodland path, what could be nicer?…taking a quick snap of mpu with catcam as he contemplates the Wonders of Nature…

WHEN

the Big Effin' Woodmonster“Help help a Hoffasaur! A Dinolump! A Heffarex! A Tyrannoflump! A…a…a…a…

Oh.”

I felt a bit Silly. Luckily he didn’t mind. So we all strolled home and that was that. Just another Countryside Walk. Nothing to get hung about…

Read Full Post »