Quiet Prospects
a handsome hawthorn tree in berry |
Clearing the lower meadows at Le Ripe is a yearly job, as described in 2013. It keeps the brambles and bamboo down, encourages grass and makes for pleasant walks.
cut and uncut: the work has begun |
nameless seed pods, striking red stalks |
at this time of year the fields and bushes are filled with diaphanous webs woven horizontally like nets |
Each
time we wander down to the river meadows we find something new (partly
because we don't go very often but also because nature has a way of
springing surprises).
I used to think that spring was the finest season of the year, but then it is followed by summer which I do not enjoy particularly; autumn instead is almost as beautiful as spring. It has the additional benefit of leading into quiet winter with the prospect of a gorgeous spring still to come.
we plant pyracanthus but there it is, growing wild |
three of many hazels thriving down by the river |
the magnificent white mulberry, saved from obliteration some years ago by Paolo |
the one which does the work |
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