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Orchids
Taking my own advice on how to cope with stress, I went for a walk in the country on a sunny spring morning.
I saw a field of green-winged orchids (which are acutally purple) and what must have been a white sport. I checked my book and it certainly wasn't any variety of orchid in there, but it did have the same petal shape and green-veining of the green-winged orchids.
I'm beginning to understand the fascination that some people have with orchids, though I prefer our native species to the exotic garden centre varieties. Britain has a surprising number of native orchid species and some of them are very pretty indeed.
I saw early purple orchids last week - they like the same sort of terrain as bluebells.
Also saw lots of cute baby rabbits, a deer almost hidden against the bracken, a buzzard passing close overheard and heard loads of birds that I haven't a clue what they were. I'm completely useless at bird song, but I like hearing it anyway.
I think the blue-tit in the garden hit it lucky. He's been diving into the bird box with insects in his beak and there's sounds from inside the box.
And there was a lovely red damsel fly looking at our half-completed garden pond.
And Richard's looking really well today. And smiling.
The world is a much better place than it was yesterday.
I saw a field of green-winged orchids (which are acutally purple) and what must have been a white sport. I checked my book and it certainly wasn't any variety of orchid in there, but it did have the same petal shape and green-veining of the green-winged orchids.
I'm beginning to understand the fascination that some people have with orchids, though I prefer our native species to the exotic garden centre varieties. Britain has a surprising number of native orchid species and some of them are very pretty indeed.
I saw early purple orchids last week - they like the same sort of terrain as bluebells.
Also saw lots of cute baby rabbits, a deer almost hidden against the bracken, a buzzard passing close overheard and heard loads of birds that I haven't a clue what they were. I'm completely useless at bird song, but I like hearing it anyway.
I think the blue-tit in the garden hit it lucky. He's been diving into the bird box with insects in his beak and there's sounds from inside the box.
And there was a lovely red damsel fly looking at our half-completed garden pond.
And Richard's looking really well today. And smiling.
The world is a much better place than it was yesterday.
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Yay!