Archive for November, 2011

It occurred to me after I’d written my last post, that I have no idea what a linnet looks like. So in case you don’t either, I went in search of a picture. To be honest I could get them in the garden, because I bet they look a lot like a sparrow from a distance. Anyway, here it is.

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As you might have gathered there isn’t much gardening getting done at the moment, and so to pass the time I’ve been clearing out a cupboard where I stumbled upon an old book of poems that had belonged to my mum.

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I heard on the lunchtime news a few days ago that the average age of the first time home buyer in the UK is now 37 years. By teatime, on the same channel, this figure had mysteriously risen to ‘approaching 43 years’.  A 6 year increase in as many hours. Blimey I didn’t think things were deteriorating that quickly!!

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The first week in November has come and gone, and still the garden birds have not appeared in great numbers.

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I seem to have been doing a lot of remembering just recently, a situation that probably comes with age, and the recent Remembrance Day celebrations, (if ‘celebration’ is the right word) have sent me back down memory lane.

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I wrote some time ago about the pub at the end of the garden, and how since February 2009 it had been in sad decline. I left the story at the beginning of 2011 with things looking up under the ‘new management’.

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I wrote some time ago about the old tree at the bottom of the garden and later how we were pleased when it was finally cut down. I think I would have been less eager to see it go if it had looked like this.

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This gardening year will mostly be remembered for it’s weather. We were snowed in for 2 weeks before last Xmas, we’ve had no snow whatsoever this year (so far),  it hasn’t been particularly warm but it has been pretty dry and we’ve had lots and lots of wind.

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I think we all know how spectacular flowering cherry trees are in Spring, ours are a mass of pure white flowers. But what I often forget is how equally spectacular they are in Autumn.

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