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I thought I’d join in with the obligatory autumn colour posts even though it’s happening fairly slowly here and I was eating my lunch in the garden earlier this week in beautiful sunshine, however, I’ll have a go.
I don’t have that much in way of a routine these days (hoorah!) but the dog walk every morning is obligatory come rain or shine.
I set off with my phone in my pocket this morning as I mean to do every morning in case I break an ankle or something up the hillside and have to call for help before my dogs take advantage of my prone position and do me damage.
What actually prompted me to take it this morning was I needed to send Mr. Tialys a photo of the quince we have growing on our little tree halfway up the hill. There are only four of them but probably enough to make some quince jelly with. I’m not sure they are ready to pick so had to ask the gardener of the family.
On our way further up the hill we spotted the rarely seen Octobericus Tabbyrean Catticus (or common moggy) up a tree.
Then we noticed how the colours were starting to change on the hills and peaks.
A drop in temperature and some rain and there’ll be snow on those peaks before too much longer.
I finally managed to take a decent photo of a spider’s web with water droplets. Usually they are too busy glinting in the sun and, although that looks pretty, it doesn’t photograph very easily. I know I should have done a bit of ‘housework’ and cleared some of the fallen leaves off but that would be cheating – this is ‘au naturel’ and I’m keeping it real.
Looks a bit like frog spawn.
Back down in the main garden and the figs are still fruiting …..
…….which means the dogs are still foraging which is followed by farting. (sorry but I couldn’t resist the alliteration). I can’t wait until the figs are all gone and my evenings become more pleasantly scented again.
A more conventional autumn colour photo
Our metal chicken – made (though not by me) using recycled oil cans – in his last bit of free-ranging before putting him in a more sheltered spot for the Winter.
Keeping it real again with the garden this time – those weeds really got the better of us this year. I say ‘us’ but, really I mean ‘him’ as I don’t get involved too much in the gardening side of things.
Maybe next year Mr. T. will let me call for help and get a gardening service in. Trouble is, he’s so fussy that, if they do anything that isn’t to his liking, I’ll be to blame.
WARNING: Photo Heavy and mainly of dogs, cats and plantlife – look away now if you are here for knitting/crochet/sewing/baking.
When Alys at ‘Gardening Nirvana‘ recently compiled a video of the lovely plants in her Californian garden, I commented that we didn’t grow cultivated sweet peas (she has lots and lots) but we do have wild ones up on the hillside and she said she’d be interested in seeing some of my garden so I took my camera with me on the morning dog walk and, even though the wild sweet peas aren’t in bloom yet and we are desperate for rain, here it is now in mid-April in S.W. France in the midi-Pyrenees. Our garden is very large and very steep and terraced. We only plant up the first couple of terraces – the rest we keep brushcut but only lightly so that it is a haven for insects and birds. ((Note, the use of the word ‘we’. It should really be ‘he’)
Sometimes one of the cats accompanies us …….
….and sometimes one of the dogs spots it
He should have paid attention to the notice! I put this here at the top of the garden to prevent people thinking it’s a public footpath although it doesn’t always work.
This Judas Tree has been quite spectacular in previous years but seems to be getting a bit old now and the purple flowers are a bit more sparse. You can see it from Montségur which is on the green mound just underneath the highest snowy peak opposite. The Château de Montségur is famous as the last Cathar stronghold, which fell after a 10 month siege in 1244. A field below the hilltop castle is reputed to be the site where over 200 Cathars were burned alive, having refused to renounce their faith. It’s quite a climb up to the ruins but the views are amazing and it gives me the opportunity, when my heartbeat has returned to normal and I can speak again, to say ‘you can see our house from here’.
Back on our walk – Flo usually leads the way.
I keep Stan on the lead on the way up, and Flo on the way down, otherwise they tend to run off together and make mischief – which usually involves fox poo and a wash down afterward.
Taz is our old boy who usually brings up the rear.
Somebody has made a little monument. I don’t know who as we don’t walk on the public footpath and it is rare to see anybody else up here. The hunters come through in the season but I can’t imagine them faffing about with something like this. I like to think it’s a secret admirer who has found an ‘L’ shaped rock and placed it as a little message to me. Actually, I hope not as that would be beyond creepy.
Although the wild sweet peas aren’t out yet, the wild orchids are.
Back down through the garden gate now and the ball game can begin.
Though somebody is only interested in the newly turned out compost bin contents.
I love this viburnum which, soon, will turn white and look like lots of little snowballs.
Phlox does very well here and this is growing over one of our many dry stone walls.
A beautiful tree peony being photobombed by Flo.
The chooks in their lilac bower. This is just one of many lilacs we have and the scent in the late evenings and early mornings is lovely.
A tiny yellow rose growing up another stone wall on our terrace. It blooms its little heart out for ages and, if we’re lucky, we get a second flush of flowers a bit later on.
Just in case you were worried about Leon.
He made it down the tree and back down the garden safely.
He’s not a year old yet and not a large framed cat and I couldn’t understand why he has such a saggy tum.
After a bit of research I discovered that some cats are genetically prone to something called a ‘primordial pouch’. This is meant to protect their internal organs from damage in a cat fight and also provides extra space to stuff with food in times of shortage. It also gives them more leeway to bend and stretch . That’s something new I’ve learnt and also saved money by not buying special diet food from the vet. So, if you have a cat that looks a bit saggy underneath, this may well be the reason. I wonder if the same principle can be applied to muffin tops.
I’m not fat – it’s my primordial pouch.
Last but not least – the first poppies are opening.
How’s your garden doing at the moment – is it too dry like ours or are you having too much rain? Are there plants you would really like to grow but aren’t suited to your soil or climate? I would love some foxgloves but they wouldn’t grow well here
The snow started falling yesterday afternoon and, to my amazement, the Madamoiselles Tialys were galvanised into action and went out and built a snowman. Madamoiselle the Younger, to my certain knowledge, hasn’t emerged from her room at a weekend for at least 4 months so I was a little taken aback.
Being an old misery guts myself, I only emerged to take a couple of photos before going back in, pausing only to pick up another log for the fire. I don’t like the snow – it makes life too difficult and a little bit scary if you’re in a car. However, it does look beautiful so I ventured out again at sun up this morning with the camera and the dogs
I could almost hear the sighs of relief from the ski station as they have only had two pistes open so far this winter and they have never looked particularly inviting, seeming to consist mainly of mud and ice.
The snowmen were still there this morning but, as you can tell, the dogs didn’t think much of them.
Good Morning from the French Pyrenees.
Trying to take lots of product photos today but keep getting distracted (see above).
I am waiting for the postman to bring my new ink cartridges as I find that, for various reasons, life is very difficult for me without a printer.
Meanwhile, I am using mini Easter eggs in my photos and trying desperately not to eat them.