A Frosted Winter Walk

As I write this, rain is hammering down outside, but this morning… Oh! This morning, how glorious it was. The sun shone, albeit thinly through low, pale clouds; a thick frost was crisp and glistening underfoot; ploughed furrows and tractor tyre tracks were chilled solid, having been deep mud just a few days ago.

A long walk with husband and dog took us along footpaths and field edges; the horizon shrouded in winter mist; puddles frozen into Hockney-esque ice patterns; hedgerows draped with frosted lace.

We glimpsed remnants of summer’s fertility in leaves and berries, seedheads and burrs; and the occasional flash of bright green lichen or ivy shone out of the monochrome landscape.

Suddenly, in the middle of a sugar-frosted ploughed field, a hare sat for a moment then ran, a blur of brown and white, tipped with black; our border terrier stood transfixed (back on her lead, lest she gave chase!) until it was out of sight. In the next field we spotted a deer hurtling back into a copse, away from the dangers of the open countryside.

The furthest point of our walk took us on a footpath around the fields of a livery yard. We stood for a moment, watching the ponies munching on frozen grass and wisps of hay, before retracing our steps along the bridle path that leads home.



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No Better Way to Spend a Day

Is there any better way to spend a day than pottering in an Autumn garden? I think not, especially as we are enjoying some agreeably mild weather at the moment. There is a hint of chill when the sun disappears, though. The times they are most definitely changing and the fourth season of the year will soon surround us.

Until then, I can think of nowhere I would rather be than in my garden, beginning to tuck it in, ready for its winter sleep; raking and rustling through a few leaves – always an enjoyable but futile pastime, given the number of leaves still on the trees; filling a bucket with windfalls and the last few apples picked from the tree.

Relishing the vivid reminders of the garden’s summer glory with a flurry of cosmos, a Ruby Glow sedum and a single, fragrant rose (Tess of the d’Urbervilles, since you asked so nicely); finding the face of an owl (photo-bombed by my dog’s paws!) in the log pile; and then sitting with a cup of hot coffee and a homemade flapjack, as the light starts to fade and that chill descends.



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Well, hello again!

I don’t know quite what brought me back to this blog after a two-year hiatus, but I do know what has been keeping me away. If you wish, you can pay a visit to my other blog to find out: https://thecheerfulcanceree.wordpress.com/

At the end of a beautiful late summer day, one that was blessed by warm sunshine, a cloudless sky and a light breeze, I took Katy-dog for a walk along the lanes around our cottage.


Whilst autumn is not yet in the air, summer is definitely feeling a little weary and is ready for a rest. The farmed crops have been harvested and the wild crops have given of their best to the pickers and foragers – blackberries and elderberries, sloes and wild cherry plums. Late to the hedgerow party are the rosehips, just beginning to glow deep orange amongst the green. I feel some rosehip jelly coming on!

There was plenty of colour down on the ground too. I wandered slowly so I could spot each wildflower nestling in the verges or peeping from the edge of a field.

From pure white through blush pink to deep purple, with the occasional splash of red from a late poppy; many of the flowers hosted an insect grabbing an evening snack and some of their leaves had clearly fed a few hungry mouths too.

Katy caught the scent of something good in the cool air. Was it a sausage on a distant barbecue or the wild rabbits coming out for their evening constitutional? I let her sniff on, enjoying the concentration on her face as she inhaled and savoured every molecule.


Shortly after we returned home, the sun and sky put on a breath-taking performance to end the day, and the weather vane on our shed roof pointed to another gorgeous day ahead tomorrow.


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The Thing About Spring…

I would be hard-pushed to choose my favourite season; all of them have their own special qualities and characteristics but, if I had to pick one, I would plump for spring. The gradually lengthening days, the unique brilliance of the sunlight and the promise of warmer days ahead (even if the thermometer still hovers around the lower reaches) make for a time of irresistible optimism.

And how can you not be optimistic when everything around is coming back to life or starting a new life? Plants that have laid dormant over the winter push back their duvets of soil and stretch out towards the sun; bulbs that have slept since the autumn burst into flower seemingly overnight; and seeds, newly planted, begin their astonishing transformation from teeny dot to mature plant in a matter of weeks.

In my garden, the plum tree is in bloom and the rhubarb is unfurling…



And my beloved lovage – which fools me every winter into thinking it has died – has reappeared, stronger than ever. This was a cutting from a huge, well-established plant in my previous garden. I brought its offspring with me when we moved to this cottage two years ago. I had no idea if it would survive, but survive and thrive it has.

IMG_4645Lovage has a strong yet subtle flavour, a little like celery but nuttier, and makes a wonderful simple soup.

Lovage Soup

Saute a chopped onion in some sunflower oil until soft but not browned. Chuck in a couple of chopped potatoes and a small handful of roughly chopped, young, fresh lovage leaves. Add 500ml or so of vegetable stock, and simmer for about 20 minutes, or until the potatoes are soft. Whizz in a blender until almost smooth, but still with a little texture. Add more liquid (stock or water) if needed. Season to taste. Add a swirl of cream or yoghurt if you fancy.

I am determined that our vegetable plot will be more productive this year than it was last (my fault entirely) and I have already got more than my five-a-day under way. We have rich soil which is full of juicy worms so there is no excuse! We live in the driest part of the UK though, so I will be calling on my three water butts to keep my seeds watered as they grow.


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A Frosty Foray

Although my husband and I walk every day with our dog, there is something special about a Boxing Day wander. After the over-indulgence of Christmas Day, one feels so virtuous, striding out across footpath and field the following morning.

The day greeted us with a fine frost and pale, thin light. The sun fought a losing battle to emerge from the grey.

IMG_4446In this mainly monochrome landscape, muted colours tell of seasons past and seasons yet to come. Leaves frozen in time, catkins  shivering on bare branches and seed pods holding new life.



IMG_4435The hedgerows that over-flowed with blackberries a few weeks ago, allowing me to fill my store cupboard with jams and jellies, now hunker down for the winter, silently regenerating within.

IMG_4444Patches of bright green moss and yellow lichen shout out from old tree stumps and branches, vibrant reminders of the colours of spring.

IMG_4447 IMG_4453On top of a wall, overlooking the paddocks of a local livery yard, was a tiny landscape, fashioned in moss. Hillocks and plant life in miniature, looking lush and verdant, as the full-size world will be again before too long.




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Betwixt and Between

Hello! The beautiful changes that this time of year brings prompted me to come back here after a hiatus of a few months.

It is that strange betwixt and between time, when autumn is almost over and winter has yet to begin. The weather is colder and crisper; the mornings are paler and mistier; the evenings are darker and damper but we are not yet in full-on deep winter mode.

My husband, our dog and I ventured along a new footpath today – well, new to us – and that is always an enticing prospect. This stunning beech hedge at the start of the path, resplendent in its autumn colours, was a fitting prelude to the walk.


The path turned right and flowed around the edges of a field, crammed with a late harvest of maize, then it swept its walkers down amongst towering oaks trees and along the edge of a small brook.

IMG_4328Even though it was mid-morning, the dew still hung on cobwebs, strung like telegraph wires between the dead heads of riverside plants.

IMG_4343Close-up, one has to marvel at the strength of the strands, weighed down by the huge beads of dew.

IMG_4366 - CopyI came across a small tree bearing these pretty little things. I confess I have no idea what they are. If you know, I’d really love you to comment.

IMG_4338The path exited on to a quiet lane. My eye was drawn to the graphic, labyrinthine lines of a recently ploughed field, in which new shoots were already growing. Autumn is ‘downtime’ for much of nature, but by no means for everything.

IMG_4348One of autumn’s special gifts is to give us those last flushes of colour before the monochrome of winter sets in. The hedgerows bordering the lane held a few bright surprises – coincidentally, all of them were pink.

Little buds of pink popcorn on a spindleberry bush…

IMG_4351Wonderfully curly pink leaves, dusted with cobwebs…

IMG_4370And finally, a lost pink pig, nestled in a tree branch, hoping to be reunited with its owner!





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The Winds of Change

My tree is broken! My wonderful tree, my oak, my special spot… changed forever.

I wrote about this venerable old fella in a blog post back in August. (You can read it here, if you wish) He drew me in and persuaded me – very easily, I might say – to stay a while and contemplate the world from under his sturdy yet elegant branches.

Here he is in the glory days of summer, basking under blue skies and warm sunshine.


I’ve been to see him frequently over the last few months and, despite a winter of high winds and vicious storms, he survived intact… until a few days ago. He stands in an exposed spot, and had sadly been invisibly weakened by winter’s onslaught. After a few only slightly windy days last week, he could bend and give no longer. One of his long, sweeping arms snapped off and now lies in a tangle at the his feet.

From this…


To this…


Thankfully the damage is not catastrophic and the oak is still standing. After the stormy months that lie behind us, the same can’t be said of many trees in the lanes around our village.

A tree’s life is an eventful one, of course, and my oak will have changed and adapted numerous times during its 400 or so years on earth. This new wound is just one of many it has endured. It’s a wound that won’t heal though, and the limb won’t grow back, and that does make me sad.

I have grown so accustomed to seeing its beautiful profile over the last year. Its new silhouette still surprises me as I turn the corner in the lane but I’m sure I will grow to love its scarred, storm-hewn shape.



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