It’s been a while since I posted, not since our little town was freed from the threat of the failure of Toddbrook dam, and whilst I’ve not quiet finished writing about the dam, I feel the need to share a bright, light post to kick start me into blogging again.
We’ve been having some fun filled colourful days, Joe has been home for a month and we’ve catching up with friends near and far.
Here is a day out with my friend Mrs Ogg, we went Chatsworth House, whilst our men folk went cycling. What ever was happening in the big top, we didn’t get invited.
and insects were the stars of the show
It was that perfect, late Summer meandering in to Autumn weather, which must be savoured, before it is blown away.
Spiky red dahlias, my fathers favourite flower, although my mother never appreciated the tubers being kept in the airing cupboard over winter!
Colours too hot to handle,
and gentle buttermilk yellows,
Cut flowers, prepped for the big house perhaps? They made my ex-florist fingers twitch.
Dahlias are somewhat ephemeral as cut flowers, they don’t like to travel, get them straight from the garden, a generous neighbour or a market gardener if you can find one, they are an endangered species, and enjoy.
Autumn is on its way