Butterflies, flowers, fields, hills and flowing countryside. What could be better on a sunny day?
This is beauty that provokes wonder and awe. Nature is wonderful. We should cherish it!
Photography – Fridaythorpe – The British Countryside at its best
Butterflies, one day if we do not protect them they will be gone.
When I were a nipper I used to get all the butterflies – apart from swallowtails. I used to breed the butterflies and have all the caterpillars. Now I hardly see anything other than cabbage whites. It’s a tragedy.
I must be quite lucky here with the Butterflies I see.
Being further South helps. But there used to be a lot more. I fear the pesticides are doing for them.
Yes, pesticides I used to have a neighbour (he is dead now, right old bastard) always spraying his damn veg. Did immense damage no doubt. Had heavy Hailstones this afternoon, Sun/rain/sun what a mixture. Trimming Eucalyptus Tree in front garden, well Jonathan was I was picking up branches, couldn’t finish it because of rain. Back again tomorrow.
I hope the pesticides killed him! – No that was not a nice thing to say.
Should have opened a branch office to deal with the trees!
I thought you’d been out sunbathing and looking after bambi. Missed you!
I love that last bit, thank you. No I have been trying to catch up with some garden work, pruned some trees in the back garden on Friday afternoon and then a large Rose, lent on the balustrade on the terrace and it gave way had I not grabbed the tree I would have fallen down into the Rose Garden. Balustrade had rotted away, woodlice, had no idea. Now have to get someone in to check the whole lot, more money to be paid out. Hit my chest on the right hand side off the tree I think, did not feel too good Weekend, sorry about that. He died of excessive drinking, I should imagine. After Christmas every year an Ambulance would arrive and he would be gone for several weeks. Nasty piece of work, he was the one who shouted at Jonathan when he was about 3/4yrs of age “Jon boy you are a bastard ask your Father and Mother”. Not sorry to see the back of him.
Hope you haven’t hurt yourself too much. You’ve only just recovered from the shoulder!
Go carefully. I didn’t fall off the roof!
I know you did not, and you done a good job too. I still have a problem with the shoulder, the Dr who would have given me an injection was a temp, and the only one qualified to give that kind of injection I needed, I was going to ask him to give me one in my spine so I could be free of pain for a few months, ie San Francisco. I am my own worst enemy, Jonathan offered to do the Trees on Friday but I said No, I hate the feeling that I can’t do it anymore so I have to push myself. It has come out a little bumpy and rather sore at the top of my right breast. I think the weekend I was just exhausted, this blasted Heart Failure and AF makes me so exhausted, and that upsets me because I want to do what I used to, I hate depending on anyone. Stubborn, sounds familiar?
Yeah – just like me. I hate this getting older on the outside! Inside I still want to play five-a-side football! I push myself and suffer. I’ve got two wonky knees now!
You should have let Jonathan do the trees though.
The knees from the football? Jonathan done the Eucalyptus in the front garden well the majority of it. I must admit it was far too high and chunky for me. I bought a Safety Garden Ladder last year, cost me a fortune but at least you feel safe on it. I did the Rose Arch on Friday, poor Jonathan telling me to get down, me throwing down pruned bits of rose branches landing on him, me trying not to laugh he was not too pleased.
You should let them do it. If you fell you’d really do yourself a mischief.
I know you are right, I should let them I just don’t want to give in and admit I can’t do it. If you look at one of the blogs last week, I think I put up pics of the ladder and back garden and what I was doing – I think I put a picture up of the Eucalyptus in the front garden on one of the blogs.
It’s important that they contribute. It’s good for them too.
I had a little chuckle when I read that, I could just imagine David saying “I contribute the money” and me saying “not again”.
It’s got to be more than the money. Whose is the house?
The House should be mine, when we came here David wanted to purchase it straight out, but my Mother and Sister wanted to buy in, I told David No I did not want to come here never liked the area and did not want to be locked up again in my cage. He did not listen to me and my Mother sold the Family home, my Father had said when he died it would go to my Mother and then when she died it would be divided between my so called sister and myself, did my Father leave a Will I have no idea all I got to remember my Father was his Ashtray that’s what my mother/sister gave me (I still have it).. I was never consulted my mother sold the house gave all the money to my sister, I was due half but that didn’t bother her. They still did not have enough to buy in so against my wishes and the Solicitors David lent my sister money (still waiting for the return) and went against all the Solicitor’s advice to give me overall control of the house with my mother arguing David gave in and made the house 50/50 between me and her. Hence the mess I am in, I hope she will leave her half to the Boys but she is one vicious old bitch I doubt it. They will I suspect have a fight on their hands if I go first. By moral right this is my house, I have kept it and worked hard to maintain it, I suppose that is why I have ended up with Heart Failure and AF.
Lets hope that all works out. It has put such stress on you.
Yes, thanks Opher it has been stress from day one. We came here 1 week before Christmas what nearly 35 years ago and by the New Year there were rows and then they would stop for a while and my mother would start another one and that’s how it went on and on. So yes stress you could say.
All so unnecessary. Why do people do it?
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