Last May the field behind the house was a yellow sea of oil seed rape flowers. This May the rape has only been visible on more distant hillsides around the town and I’ve rather missed having it on my doorstep and walking the golden arcade through the crop where the farmer’s big tractor had left a barren track during spraying. This year the rape bloomed extra early too, is already running to seed – which perhaps means chances of a better harvest; last year’s crop was scorched in the heat wave and shed much of its seed before it could be cut.
Elsewhere around the town we’ve been watching greenery happen. This next photo shows the Linden Walk on the 30th April. The one below it was taken yesterday, the 31st May. I noticed the pale flowering wings are already well formed, though the tiny buds were still tight shut, and I thought of their heavenly scent to come.
In the Cutlins meadow members of the MacMoo clan have been absent for a couple of weeks. Then on Thursday we saw they were back. There they were dreaming amongst the lush grass and knee-high buttercups.
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On the home front all is blooming. Yesterday morning I found our front garden – the one that slopes down to the main road – positively heaving with small bumble bees. The orange verbascum flowers had reached just the right state of ripeness, and the bees were gorging on them. The sparrows, too, have been enjoying the front garden, which goes to show – even a small roadside plot can make a bit of a wildlife sanctuary.
The Changing Seasons: May 2019
Wishing Su a speedy recovery from the flu.
Tish Farrell 
it is good to really “well” observe nature from one year to another; we sometimes observe great changes such as a later flowering or, on the contrary, earlier …
The lime tree; in front of my window in the city of Paris there are two or three lime trees and in June I have a good ten days where their perfume comes to me
Bonjour, Yoshimi. How lovely to have lime trees near your window. I’ve just remembered their French name – tilleul, which is also very beautiful 🙂
What a bounty in the garden, Tish. It does lush, especially by Aussie standards. 🙂
Lots of coolish wetish weather with sunny intervals does the trick, Tracy 🙂
Idyllic life in Shropshire 😍💕
We do have our moments, Jo 🙂
😊 Waiting for a taxi to whisk me along the coast, Tish. The legs are worn out! 💕
Such a beautiful place, you are lucky to live there.
Beautiful photos Tish. Love the one with that ‘beast’ more.
Great to see you are doing your bit for the bees, Tish!!
🙂 Thank you, Sue.
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I can’t help but be uplifted by the colour and beauty of spring! I’ll glad you had a couple of before-and-after photos from Linden Walk. It looks like such a lovely place for a stroll on a sunny day.
Your world looks so bright and colourful right now!
We do indeed have a bright and colourful world, Joanne – at least in plant world. I wish the brightness also extended to our national leaders!
No disagreement from me.
Beautiful gallery for this changing season, Tish! Love these spring flower photos. 🙂
Many thanks, Amy.
Lovely to see such good cheer on a chilly (by our standards!) wintry day here in South Africa.
Ah! Wintry Africa. I like the sound of that, Carol. A touch perverse, I know.
Well for sure I do prefer winters here than in the UK 😊 Enjoy your summer though!
Lush and gorgeous
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Thanks for airing my bee, Yvette, and in such good company as Emily 🙂
Now THAT looks like May. That’s what May used to look like here, too. Maybe next year. Maybe June will look like May used to. Totally in love with your flowers!
Wish I could email you some of them 🙂
Lovely! You must have had rain when others haven’t.Good for you.My granddad always said…”Don’t water until you just have to because then you have to continue”Watering from the hose doesn’t do what Natures rain will do.
You’re so right about the watering. But we’ve not really had much rain here, but it has been pretty cool with light brief showers, just enough to perk things up.
Thanks for your good wishes Tish — I am feeling so much better.
Your garden looks wonderful; I almost feel I can reach out and brush my hand against those gorgeous, colourful flowers.
Glad the McMoos are back — you had me worried when I read they’d disappeared.
Good to hear you’re on the mend. And no need to worry about the MacMoos. They tend to come and go all year. I have yet to locate their other meadows.
Thanks Tish. I was worried they were going to end up as McMoo burgers.
I’m pretty sure they’re just for show – in all senses 🙂
Whew!!
Your roadside plot looks gorgeous! Plenty of rain? We have been a little dry but all that is about to change! Summer? Not as we would like it so far…
It’s been pretty nippy here, but not really much rain – just teasing amounts which means watering at the allotment still needs doing. Not sure why the garden is looking so lush other than perhaps the density of planting has been holding moisture in.
Same here, though we did have some overnight rain and this morning, nothing heavy though so I suspect the ground is not all that wet.
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Thanks, Pete 🙂
The MacMoo clan are just so! I’d like to walk in a field of knee-high buttercups. Thank you for sharing a bit of your world!
Thank you for paying it a visit 🙂
Gorgeous photos, Tish!
Thank you, Jennie.
You’re welcome, Tish.
Such beautiful colour combinations, and oh, that avenue of Monuments of Nature in full green regalia in the Linden Walk.
Green regalia – love that, Meg.
What a beautiful English country, cottage garden, so lush. And the Linden Walk is magnificent. Pleased to see the dreamy Macmoos back
Many thanks, Pauline, And yes. It is good to have the MacMoos back.
The bees came late this year, but they’re making up for it now. 😀
Good on those busy little entities !
What a gorgeous part of the world, Tish! I can almost smell the flowers in your garden. 🙂
Thank you, Patti 🙂
Thank you, Patti.
Love the colours and shapes of leaves. So similar to my Normandy. Be good, Memsahib.
Ah yes, lovely Normandy. A long time since I passed that way 🙂
It is lovely. So much like the English countryside, right?
Yes, very like our English Midlands – Worcester – Hereford – cider country.
Hmmm. Cider. I remember a looong military manoeuver betweeen Brittany and Normandy in pure apple country. Some farmers would treat us to a bowl of cider along the way. How’s British cider? Never tasted it.
Loads and loads of varieties, and ‘artisan’ brews of all kinds from various country regions (Devon and Cornwall are also big cider and ‘scrumpy’ (rough cider) producers). It can be very good and it can very strong – as in leave one legless and with a very big headache. In recent years cider has become the drink of choice for the younger generation in the UK.
Hmmm. I really must find a way to spend a few months in the UK and explore. As a Breton myself, you can imagine cider has a particular identity value. And yes, cider feels like juice with bubbles, but the second or third bowl can cut your legs.
Have a lovely evening Memsahib. 🙂
So beautiful Tish, so many things I loved about this article but the winning photo that was most adorable was the McMoo clan, I am sure they have a lot of time for dreaming in their lush pastures.
They are indeed a dreamy lot, Athena 🙂