Category Archives: Flowers

Lavender Blue

Hydrangea 1

Whether you see this as pink, lilac, mauve or purple . . .

Hydrangea 2

I think it is a lovely colour!

Hydrangea 3

This ancient hydrangea was already in the garden when we moved here yonks ago.

Hydrangea 4

The plant looks dead in winter but always amazes me by producing these lovely blooms each spring.

They don’t usually last long in our harsh sun, but I enjoy them while they’re here.


post script: I have promised my Northern WP friends gratuitous Spring photos to sustain them as they plunge into the depths of winter! In return they will supply me with Snow Photos in due course, to sustain me during the searing temperatures (38C – 100F) of summer here in Cape Town, South Africa.

post post script: And because I love the song, here is Lavender’s Blue from the movie Cinderella.



Remembrance Sunday

Poppy Day


They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon.


November 11th was Armistice Day and today is Remembrance Sunday.

Traditionally red poppies are worn to symbolise those that grew on battle fields such as in Flanders Fields. Here I have a photo of my own little yellow poppy that survived itself against all odds.

A two minute silence is held to mark the end of the First World War, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

Because we should remember all those fallen in all wars.

And make sure that some day it stops.


As a young kid I used to buy a poppy each year at school and when older, go round selling them to the other kids.

I used to observe the two minutes’ silence while watching the poppies fall in a remembrance service on TV, at 11 o’clock on the 11th November. They just kept on falling.

So    Many    Poppies.

So    Many    Lives.

And still we go on killing each other.

When will we stop?


Apple Blossom

Apple Blossom

High up at the top of my ancient tree I spotted the first apple blossom of spring.

To snap the photo, I had to stretch my arm right up above my head and hope I was aiming my little point and click Canon camera in the right general direction.

I could have done with a selfie stick!


Catch a Falling Star!

Catch the Moon

Catch a falling star

And put it in your pocket

Save it for a rainy day


The large fir tree in my garden delicately balances the Moon on one outstretched finger.

Yes, I know the Moon is not a star and though I did find a song called Catch the Moon, I’d never heard of it before, and I doubt anyone else has either. So, poetic licence, Catch a Falling Star it is!

And for those of you with good memories, yes I did have a similar post, nine months ago. I would have put a link to it here, but then I find I get a lot of spam.

post script: Catch a Falling Star was written by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss. It was released in 1957 and famously sung by Perry Como.