Monthly Archives: May 2013

We cleaned out the almost dry pond – probably the wrong time of year etc – but it was full of totally matted weed. Left it on the edge so that creatures could crawl back into the pond. Found nothing apart from daphnia, and tadpole-like critters, but miniature. What can they be? No water snails. We have too many water plants, I think. Our spring cleaning caused muddy water, but refilled pond with tap water – I know, not a terribly good idea. But it’s been too cold/wet to do it before now. Bluebells still flowering in the garden along with just flowering foxgloves.  Apple trees blossoming.

We cleaned out the almost dry pond –

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On the way to the carboot sale – Long Lane between St Erth and Rosudgeon today was bursting with spring wild flowers : Cow parsley, bluebells, pink campion, star of Bethlehem, garlic flowers, buttercups, and the occasional bright yellow explosion of gorse flowers. It’s baby rabbit time, so you have to watch the grass verges carefully. A successful carboot – bought a heavily embroidered linen bedspread, and a lobster for supper! A woman from Cadgwith sells whole crabs and lobsters, scallops and crabmeat in tubs, and mussels. I am cooking the lobster with garlic and parsley butter in the Rayburn as I haven’t a grill at Hawke’s Point. Serving it with a new potato salad and a green salad (our neighbour Harry’s lettuce). Rob says lobster is wasted on him, but I couldn’t resist. I used to have a boyfriend who was a diver. He would turn up with a live lobster in his haversack. I remember leaving one in the empty sink while we had a drink, and Nathan – a little boy, then, felt sorry for it and filled the sink with water. The lobster woke up and thrashed around so violently we had great difficulty getting the plug out. The kitchen floor was soaked. So were we. It was delicious!

On the way to the carboot sale –

wind

Back to a vicious, northerly, wind today. The copper beech waited longer than ever this spring to break into leaf, but to no avail. The leaves will burn with cold. The apple blossom will blow away. Will we ever get a summer? Our small pond is a popular bathing spa for the small birds. Two blackbirds and a chaffinch shared the delights of splashing and fluttering in the shallows and emerged with halos of duckweed.

KITTEN

One of the two beautiful tabby tom kittens – adolescent now – belonging to a neighbour at the top of the hill, has found his way down the path from Headland Rd, over the railway track, down the coast path into our garden and into the house. Flo is not pleased. Neither is the gull who usually benefits from her leftovers.

      The interloper ate the leftovers of Flo’s kidney diet breakfast and is hanging around determined to get back into the house, even though I have now locked the catflap. When I’m dressed I’ll carry him back up the hill. I worry that he’ll get run over by the train.

The Queen came to St Ives today by the little train that goes behind our house on the edge. A sunny morning, bunting flying, and I waited on the deck with my flags ready to wave. I had been told that she was coming at 10.30, so when the train trundled by, I waved and jumped up and down, patriotically. Then I had to go out to visit someone, and saw by the railway crossing, a little gathering of people waiting to see the  Queen. I had got the time wrong and couldn’t wait. I hope she appreciated the bunting. She would have missed the wonderful display of daisies on the roadside on her way out of town, as the council had sent out the grass cutters the day before, and destroyed them all. I bet she loves daisies. I do. The smell of daisies is like nothing else – bitter, but clean. This afternoon the rain came in, of course, and the bunting is sodden and has practically blown away.

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One of the builders (lots of building work going on behind us) saw a large rat crossing the railway line. Another saw an adder on the line. Let’s hope adders eat rats.

I came home from a week in Italy – saw only a few pigeons there – if it flies they shoot and eat it – it was a delight to see so many birds. A young male blackbird had flown into the kitchen and was alarmed when I walked in with elderly cat Flo in my arms. He screeched in surprise and luckily flew out of the open door. Next day I saw him again. He followed me up the steps to the gate, sat on the gate and sang, followed me up the coast path to the railway line, where he rested on the gate post and chittered, across the line with me and up the path. My daughter Caroline has seen her hedgehogs feeding in broad daylight, a herring gull watching, then tipping up the hogs’ water bowl. Very funny! Please look at my Facebook page to see the film.