Until July 2017, documenting the seasons of coastal Dorset. I'm a complete amateur so don't trust I'm always right. If ever you see I'm wrong - whether with identifications or in anything else - do say! Meanwhile . . . I've now moved to Halifax in West Yorkshire. Click on the link below to collect the new URL. Don't forget to follow there!

Saturday, 24 December 2011

THE BERRIES TURN BLACK FOR CHRISTMAS

Christmas Eve.


The sun touches the elder


and the blackthorn is stark against the sky;


the buddleia has lost its senses


and a magpie pauses.

Best of all, the ivy berries have turned black for Christmas. I didn't think they'd make it but a few have managed to turn in time.



All's well with this little bit of the world.

Hope all is well with you too.

Have a very happy Christmas and a happy, hedgeful 2012.

(All photos were taken today, December 24th 2011.)


Friday, 23 December 2011

LOOKING UP FOR A BIT

As I write - it's mid-morning and getting darker as the rain grows heavy.

Walks have to be snatched when it's neither uncomfortably windy nor wet. Such moments of ordinary sun and still air are treasurable - even to someone like me who likes wild and windy weather.

In such a moments, the sky can be surprisingly blue . . .

beyond the ever flowering gorse


and through the lattice of elder hedge.


The upper branches are bare but, lower down


leaf buds are not only forming above the ever pleasing lichen


but breaking open.

And Old Man's Beard


grows thinner scraggier and more beardy and old as the weeks pass.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

THE WIND DROPS AND THE SUN COMES UP

It has  been very windy recently. Even when it hasn't been raining, the wind has been making every plant, every stalk, every leaf - everything tremble. (Even me!) Not the weather for photos.

But this morning . . . a lull. A day for a quick stuck-foot stop. (This is where I keep my feet planted in one place - and see what there is to see.)


Ten past ten. The sun is up (though low). The wind has dropped. Down to the beach. It's a bit glarey, looking east!


But at my feet - Rock Samphire (Crithmum maritimum)



And . . . I don't know what this is. I know I don't like it though, so I look up


to the top of the bank above the path . . . . from where the little black seeds of Alexanders (Smyrnium olusatrum) are falling onto the rocks and, rather astonishingly . . .


germinating through the remains of old reeds.

Where . . .


an old teasle (Dipsacus fullonum) has fallen too.

And, below the rocks, on the sand itself


seaweed in dog-walkers tracks. The greeny one, I'd guess is Toothed Wrack (Fucus serratus). The twiggy bits - more reeds (Phragmites communis). But the red threads . . . I daren't hazard a guess about the red threads - red seaweeds have me completely beat. (Too many look too much alike!)

Saturday, 3 December 2011

EXPLODING IVY

December 2nd 2011

I'm stuck. I'm well and truly stuck. I've tried to understand - and failed.

Julia of Plot 108 has tried to help me out. She's given me some very useful links (here's one) - but I'm still lost. I really can't understand ivy.


I see it creeping on its little feet behind the loose bark of trees, burdening branches, pulling down walls. I know you can grow a new plant if you cut off a piece that has toes - but when it comes to its flowers and berries - I'm lost but entranced.

December 2nd 2011

Ivy persists and blunders its way into almost anything. Ditto me. In the true spirit of this blog, I will not let ignorance get in its way.

December 2nd 2011

When the berries are ripe, they will be black. They are far from this yet but all sorts of other stages are around together so, by posting before the sequence is complete, I hope these pictures will encourage you to go and look for yourselves.

December 2nd 2011

November 4th 2011


Ivy produces flowers only where it is sunny - and it is often allowed to thrive only in shade - which is why many of us are unfamiliar with what they look like. And where it flowers, its leaves change. They become elongated instead of heart shaped.



November 4th 2011

And why do I talk of explosions? . . . I first began taking photographs of ivy at the beginning of November, just when our town had a firework display. I'd always assumed the huge ones with which such events always end represent chrysanthemums. Now I know I've been wrong. They are ivy.

November 17th 2011

Just see below!

November 3rd 2011

November 4th 2011

November 4th 2011

Not all of them make it . . .

November 17th 2011

But many do - and, when they are ripe and black and it's time to sing carols about them - it will be Christmas!