Bluebells

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It's bluebell time!

Well, it's been for the past week or so, and now they're beginning to fade. A friend told me last week about Trosley Country Park and about the abundance of bluebells there, so, although Ranmore Common is no sluggard as regards bluebells either, I went there yesterday to have lunch with my friend and see the bluebells.



















I think I even found a young relative of Treebeard




It's a lovely place. I'll be going there again - when I'm fitter and have more time. Hopefully, it will be in this lifetime.

That grass needs mowing

Said my neighbour.
What's the problem? I like it a bit longer. Seems greener that way. One doesn't notice the bald spots, the mossy spots and all other sort of spots that way. Besides, this is not a golf course, it's my back garden.
And you've got lots of dandelions in your lawn, you really ought to use that weed 'n feed stuff I told you about - she continued.

Well, I don't want to use that feed'n weed see-ar-ay-pee, cos I want to encourage wild flowers to colonise that back garden, and that includes dandelions. Plus, these dandelions look really cool in my long grass. Plus, apparently dandelion leaves are really good in salads. You can pluck some for your salad, if you like.

She didn't like.

I think I just added to my "strange old bat" reputation here.

I like living here

Ok, it's pretty small. Tiny, even. A mobile home: 1 small bedroom, 1 small living room, kitchen, tiny bathroom, and a cubicle grandly named "the computer room".

But, like the estate agents love saying: location, location, location. My home is sited right at the back, by the woods. I enjoy the quiet and solitude - and the wild life that comes visiting at times. This time of year, when the woods stir to life after the long winter slumber, is enchanted.

This is the view from my "computer room" window:





This time of year, lots of trees are in flower. The flowering tree in the first photo above is a wild cherry. The second photograph is of a branch of another wild cherry.


At the back of my little plot, there's a bridleway which forms part of the network of footpaths and bridleways known as The North Downs Way. It's lined with trees on both sides, some of them sycamores. I like those tender sycamore leaves in the spring - the way light and shadow play through them.