More gallivanting - interrupted...
I walked with my group on Wednesday. 7 miles from the village of Risley to the village of Keysoe. There is a green burial site at Keysoe and I have left information about it with my will as I'd like to buried somewhere like this; in the countryside under or beside a tree if possible. Halfway along on the walk we came to a small field which had been cleared at one end and there was a marked grave with a cross on it. Someone had requested to be buried there and I must say the view was lovely! I forgot to take photos so you'll have to take my word for it. This might be a sombre note to start on but it's important to have this sort of conversation with your loved ones about your wishes when you die.
This was Wednesday's outfit. Boyfriend jeans by Next bought from 1.00 rail at Barnardos on Monday; top bought there last year and pumps from Primarni. It turned out to be a warm day on Wednesday 22 degrees and sunny all day.
Everything charity shopped. Dress by Zara from 1.00 rail at Barnardos last week. The pumps came from the Cat's Protection League and the trousers are by Tu but can't remember where they came from.
Top left: Helenium. Top right; my Fig tree is almost taller than me. Bottom left; another Salvia; bottom right the second foxglove has grown a second spike of blooms. The garden is a constant source of delight seeing what's blooming or about to bloom. We still needed to clear the back wall but that would be a job for another day as the rain started and continued for the rest of Sunday.
Two new discoveries in the garden on Tuesday. Top; Clematis Orientalis. Bottom; Cistus x purpureus 'Alan Fradd' otherwise known as a 'Rock Rose'. We have 3 clematis in the back garden; one grows along the wooden fence shared with our left hand neighbours and it had already bloomed; the second is growing through the Wisteria and has yet to bloom. The one pictured above was planted about 2 years ago and thought to have died! What a nice surprise! The Cistus was from last year and didn't have a label so we had little idea of what it was. The flower had gone by late afternoon but there were several buds waiting to flower so I didn't mind too much. I blamed the birds as they love to flit in and out of the containers; or it might have been Mr. Squirrel digging up or burying his stash.
All jewellery charity shopped.
Isn't it exquisitely beautiful? It's Trametes versicolour or a Turkey Tail fungus. It made my day. The beauty in nature never ceases to astonish and surprise me.