Late summer surprises
not worn my sun hats much this summer, have you? An old shopping basket at our
back door is full of my hats. They tumble about there, overflowing and vying
for space. There is a cycling helmet, several woolly hats one with a built-in
light for the darker nights and my late father’s trilby which I haven’t had the
heart to throw away.
my sun hats squashes flat to carry in a suitcase on holidays abroad and one is a
fashionable ‘straw’ one to use at home so that I look ‘the part’ in the garden.
But we haven’t been abroad for a few years now and there has not been enough
sun to warrant a sun hat here. Soon, I know, I will be reaching down to the
lower layers for warm beanies.
summer house at the bottom of the garden has been deserted too this year. It is
right down the path through the woodland and out into a sunny glade, except
that it has not been too sunny this year. To try and create an interest for me
there I have bought three little fish for the summer house pond. I am down
there every day now to feed them. I even go at night this week to watch the
moon rise over the trees.
month we have two full moons, which does not happen very often. The last full moon was 1st August
and there is one at the end of the month and this one is called a blue moon I
do not know why because the moon is not blue. But it is spectacular as it is
closer to the earth, so it looks very big and bright like a lantern seeming to shine
through the branches of our trees as I am sitting down in my little house.
days we only see racing pigeons ‘once in a blue moon’ but there is one on the
ridge tiles of our house now. You can tell it’s a racer by its thin sleek look
and the ring on its leg telling of its owner. I have seen a man with a van at
the end of our lane releasing a crate full of pigeons this week. They fly over
in a flock then head for home. People used to be there very week, but it is
dove cote down the path is not used because the sparrow hawks have gradually,
over the years, caught our beautiful white doves and Mr T has planted bright
red trailing geraniums in the pigeonholes. The flowers are tumbling down just
like the doves used to do.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)