Tuesday, 12 May 2009

A cacophony of colour



A visit to a local garden centre this week, (to cheat and buy some "somebody else prepared earlier plantlings" for my allotment) made me gaze in admiration at the depth of colour and beauty which nature can produce. (I think someone has been having colour wheel lessons and has decided to put together the most dramatic combinations they can find!)



I do wonder whether nature has produced these fabulous flowers, with such an amazing depth of colour, without any help from any genetic intervention but will forgive the plantsmen if so on this occasion.



The tulips were in the grounds leading to a bird sanctuary and were unfortuantely encased in wire but you could get a good view if you stretched up and over the top of the wire!



The colours just got better...



resulting in these simple black beauties. I just love black/very dark purple flowers which have a striking elegance as they sway on the breeze...

Anyway I got so distracted by the flowers I completely forgot about buying my veg plants. I'll just have to hope that nature performs some more of her magic on the rows and rows of seeds I've planted and that the wind doesn't pluck the little darlings from their tender roots!

Love Wend

Saturday, 9 May 2009

A bit of fun


I love "street humour" (intended or otherwise) as I drive about. Little things that bring a smile to your face are worth celebrating. Here are one or two I've spotted this week. First an Osteopath in Oakham. Once I'd spotted the sign I understood but was initially taken aback to see a spine in a cottage window!




Next, a barbers shop in Burton Joyce village, Nottingham, very full of its own self importance and determined to be noticed : "The Tonsorial Emporium". Not only does it has the impressive sign there are several canvases showing off the skills of the barbers hung around the outside of the building.






Finally "Junk and Disorderly" in Uppingham, Leicestershire. What a great name for a little junk shop.





Question : why do antique shops always have a chair outside the door? I know that's how we know there is an antique shop but where did the practice originate?