…I could sit under it watching the sky for hours.
One of my favourite moments of the Spring is when our magnolia comes into bloom…
…it has such a beautiful tulip shape.
This little blackbird seemed to be enjoying it too.
As it was such a lovely Spring day today, I decided to put up my Easter tree. The Osterstrauch is a German custom.
Traditionally, you would hang blown egg shells which you had painted. Perhaps I’ll have a go at baking some Easter bread – both the German and the Portuguese versions are delicious.
Spotted in Summertown yesterday – I’m always pleased to see trees being respected. There are a few Victorian walls down the Banbury Road (in Oxford) that let tree roots through, but this is the most modern example I’ve seen. Hurrah for the plot owner and builder.
La Marrison and I came across this in the car park at the Burford Garden Company this afternoon.
High up in the hills is a laurel rain forest – which is a UNESCO world heritage sight.
Water is chanelled from the forest by 100s of levadas
The forest itself is quite wonderful.
The last time I was fresh green like this was Spring in New Zealand.
This is camping – Madeiran style!
We’ve put up our Christmas tree far earlier than usual this year. For some reason, I’m really excited about Christmas this year.
The ellie isn’t on the top of the tree this time. He didn’t look very happy last year!
I’m not sure if the addition of Father Christmas does THAT PICTURE any favours.
There is a Dansk corner of course…
I fell for this string at the Eynsham Emporium
Now I just have to find a Father Christmas hat for the cow.
I need a dose of sea and sky every so often and it’s been TOO LONG! Still, it’s raining at the moment, so I could almost be in Scotland…
Or rather Adam is. As you will have seen from blog entries passim, we had a big pile of branches and twiggie bits from when the tree came down in the garden. Steve, from Eynsham boatyard (he of the lovely sports cars) gave us an oil drum to do the deed.
Now I like a good FIRE…err, maybe I ought to clarify that….I like open fires, bonfires and the like, not setting fire to hayricks, thatched pubs etc. But this one was HOT, HOT, HOT (not unlike Hades)!
Which is a shame, as I’d hoped to take some nice flame photos. As it was, I thanked the patron saint of fire fighters (St. Florian
– if you’re interested), that I have a zoom lens.
The lawn is a bit scorched though!