Summers floral remnants
There is no doubt they days are getting shorter, which is, on the whole, a bit of a gloomy thought; although it resulted in an unexpected bonus the other morning, when I took Spud out at about 7am, I watched a pipistrelle bat swoop past, before popping neatly into a hole in the barn wall, they are normally tucked up in their roosts, long before I stick my head out of the door: there cant be many days of feeding left before they hibernate. I doubt I’ll ever manage to get a photo of one (although I could show you the mummified one I found in the garden; if you were interested.)
In the fields and hedgerows a few remnants of summer remain, a solitary harebell,
A lone whinberry
and the party is over for the elderberries
In the garden though, things seem a little confused, an oriental poppy is in bud, although I doubt the bud will bloom
a cornflower is having a second crack at flowering
But I have to take responsibility for the plight of a lonesome ladybird poppy, I didn’t plant the seed ‘till late, then I left the seedlings in the shade for three weeks, so the poor plant hasn’t had the best start in life.
But it got there, in the end.