Thursday, 31 July 2008

Partners in crime

Miss M and Granny in the garden - I spent the best part of the afternoon trying to get a picture of M when she wasn't running around, usually away. Dunno where she gets all the energy! Or Granny for that matter..!

Wednesday, 30 July 2008

I want to ride my bicycle..

One of the nicest cycle paths I've seen - well, it'd be hard not to be in this scenery! Creag Dubh, the 'black rock' is the er, dark mountain (damn near a Munro says my dad) in the background.

*Dad says to say it makes him sounds like a Munro-bagger and he's not :-D.

Tuesday, 29 July 2008


A paddling pool day - it was hot and sunny, in between the thundery showers. The kids (and their granny and me) had a ball with the paddling pool.

Monday, 28 July 2008

Dozy mare

Opium poppy (papaver somniferum) in my parents' garden.

Sunday, 27 July 2008

My colleagues are such swine..

A hot, muggy day at the 'office', but Tammy's offspring emerged for a bit.

I felt faintly steamed by the time I got home tonight - lucky piglings just got to laze around all day.

Saturday, 26 July 2008

Tell the bees

I'm getting a bit repetitive with this garden stuff but I've been trying for three days to get a shot of a bee, a strawberry or a flower. Today's pic was a toss-up between the bee on the clover or a cistus bloom, and I've gone for the bee. If anyone knows what kind of bee it is please tell me because I'm clueless..

Note for Jo: It's definitely worth getting to know your camera! I was over at my brother's yesterday and mentioned that I couldn't get a photo of a flower in focus and he pointed out that I have a helpful button with a tulip on it that sorts out this problem - yay!

Friday, 25 July 2008

Actual angels

Another glorious day, which reminds me of my favourite poem:

Scotland by Alastair Reid

It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet

when larks rose on long thin strings of singing

and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.

Greenness entered the body. The grasses

shivered with presences and sunlight

stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills.

Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat, the woman from the fish-shop.

'What a day it is!' cried I, like a sunstruck madman.

And what did she have to say for it?

Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves

as she spoke with their ancient misery:

'We'll pay for it, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it!'

Hence today's picture - my little cherub, my actual angel (part-time).

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Hen's teeth

A rare day when washing can actually go on the line. I took a better picture of the garden but I love the clouds in this one!
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