Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England



A brief respite today, I had an hour or so to realise just how wayward the garden is and just how sodden it is too. I rather like the spiral in the centre of this flower, I’m remembering an enjoyable day at the Eden Project 

wet flower 3-1

An hour was sufficient time to realise that I’ve surrendered  any control of the garden, nature will take its course, I’ve not the time, the stamina or the weather to make a silk purse from a sows ear.  I can only dream of a tamed garden.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “Waterlogged

  1. Fascinating with these patterns – and numbers …. And no reason to dream of a trimmed garden if you can enjoy yourself in imagination and natural wonders in the garden as it is now!
    Very interesting and nice photo …..

  2. I looked round my soggy plot yesterday morning and was thinking about next year! xx

  3. A “tamed garden” sounds a rather sad thing, the sort of place where you might take afternoon tea at the “Tea Room Cottage” and the lawn is thick with cigarette ends. Much better a wild garden where you never quite know what will happen next.

  4. I’m a little envious of your sogginess. We could use some of that wet stuff here. Beautiful image. 🙂

  5. Having flown off to sunnier climes, how nice to catch up with four posts at once. This year again, I was struck by how brown and dry huge parts of Spain were (when viewed out of the tiny plane window) compared to the lush greens we left behind. The rain is the price we pay, of course, but I’m not sure how much more the ground can take. Our trains to Newcastle and back weren’t too expensive, but then we do have a family railcard. For multiple journeys it would certainly add up, though, even with the card.

  6. That is a beautiful image even by your high standards. I am sorry about all the rain, though. Must seem as if the whole countryside is about to turn into a great shallow lake. Fortunately, you have red wellies.

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