WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?— …

Grey skies, silver linings

Our dad was fond of this poem, standing at the kitchen sink, surveying the garden, waiting for the watering can to fill before returning to the veg patch. He grew veg, lots of it and we grew up enjoying fresh produce, cooking lots of it for Sunday lunch…The novice veg patchEven my chard is struggling to grow, if it looks verdant – it’s a herb! Leeks look like chives and are only just beginning to grow as the weather warms.

Peas & Beans

Peas and beans are beginning to shoot up, I’m glad I sowed them late in the season.


At least potatoes are managing to flourish!

Fighting off the birds

Blackbird still wanders in to savour the strawberries but at least the net perplexes the chickens! 😀

Tiny Tomatoes

Seeds planted in February are stunted by the cold grey months, maybe we will still get fruit. The smell of green tomatoes will always be a reminder of our dad.

Cloud scape

We spend a lot of time staring at the sunsets, cloudscapes, wildlife, flowers. Watching the kestrel hover over the long grass, whirring wings and fan-tailed moving over the boundaries in search of prey. Storing up memories, reminded of old memories, green tomatoes, strong hands, warm, freshly picked vegetables, waking up a rather grumpy father at five in the morning to wish him a “happy birthday”… Happy birthday dad!

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Leisure – W H Davies

Thanks for stopping by today – make time to stare…