Monday, 30 May 2011
Our Northern climate
One of the interesting things about going South on holiday is the difference in climate. We may only be a small island but going into Essex from here in North Yorkshire meant that the May blossom was fully out, that the roses were in bloom, that the gardens were full of Summer flowers. We came home to none of these.
Now, a fortnight later, everything is beginning to burgeon in the garden - yes we are a fortnight behind. It is said that in this country you can add two days for every hundred feet. Well Essex is more or less sea level and we are seven hundred feet above it, so that would be about right.
Every hedge down there was covered in wild roses; on our walk after lunch today with Tess I saw my first wild rose. Anyway, I have taken a few photographs of flowers coming into bloom in the garden - the herbaceous geraniums, the iris sibirica, the aquelegia, the lovely little yellow pacific hybrid iris. We even have roses in bud and a forecast for warmer weather by the weekend - so things are definitely looking up.
And to add to the joy they are getting ready to bring the racehorse brood mares into the field by our house. I always look forward to that - they are such elegant animals even if they do remain rather snooty and aloof. Photo as soon as they arrive.