ruminate vb. to chew (the cud)
A couple of days ago I was out taking close up pictures with a macro lens. Today, I thought I would try to go a bit further by focus stacking some images. The biggest problem with doing close up pictures is that the closer you get, the shallower becomes the depth of field. That can…
Sometimes you have to take a closer look, to see what's not to be seen.
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like…
Perhaps today is the day we get some rain. The garden is gagging for it. Lower temperatures have given it a bit of respite but a good drench is what it needs. I've watered a few things in the ground; new plantings and the things that suffer the most, but our water is metered so…
Seems like the less I have to do, the harder it gets to do it. In busier times I would have done my Saturday six on Friday so it was locked and loaded for launch. I started this yesterday, got as far as number four. Then this morning we popped out earlyish to get more…
Looks like WordPress are pretty much forcing everyone to use the block editor from June. Groan! Better get this six done and start on next weeks right away, see if I can cope with the change. Blustery and not especially warm here, not great for gardening in that the wind takes the pleasure out of…
I'm running late again, in that I am doing this on Saturday, when it's supposed to be done, rather than on Friday. There's a reason, involving cars and batteries, but let's not go there. The garden is dry but we have water. The nights have been cold all week but just above freezing. The world…
It started with the Thursday night clap. Most of our neighbours were in on that from about week two. Then one of my sisters set up a get together on Facebook messenger and that has become a Friday morning ritual. Then one of our neighbours suggested we have a bit of a socially distanced street…
The nation's favourite flower, so if its very identity is threatened by an alien invader, it's a matter of great national import. I realise now, with the great benefit hindsight brings, that my early gardening years were a time of great innocence. Innocence is perhaps the wrong word because what I probably mean is ignorance.…
On the 6th of May three years ago I somehow stumbled across the innaugural six on Saturday post by The Propagator and felt moved to respond. I may have missed a week somewhere in those three years, I really don't remember. It makes this my 156th six on Saturday post. Perhaps you think I should…
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