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bunnIt is hot. I walked in Deerpark wood, hoping to avoid too much sun and flies. Most of the year, Deerpark wood is a walk that definitely requires wellies, because there are so many small streams running everywhere through it that it gets quite muddy, particularly where riders have taken horses through, but on a day like this, there is little mud and the many tiny streams are clear and sparkling. I know it must be really hot because Rosie got into one stream right up to her elbows! Most unusual behaviour for Madam I Can't My Feet Might Get Wet.
She also spent some time huffing and puffing down rabbit holes, like the Big Bad Wolf. She sticks her head in as far as it will go, and presumably, she can see or hear or smell the rabbit, not far away. Because once she has jammed herself in there, she huffs and blows. I am not sure if she is hoping that if she puffs hard enough the rabbit will shoot out of one of the other holes? That's certainly what it looks like.
The foxgloves are still in bloom and there are places where you have to scramble your way through tall purple groves of them. Down by the lower streams, the yellow monkeyflower is everywhere. It's not a native plant here, so I would guess that someone once dumped some garden waste in the wood and the streams have carried the seeds everywhere. And in between the foxgloves and the monkeyflowers, the white foamy flowers of wild carrot, which I usually call Queen Anne's Lace, but for some reason they looked more carroty today.
She also spent some time huffing and puffing down rabbit holes, like the Big Bad Wolf. She sticks her head in as far as it will go, and presumably, she can see or hear or smell the rabbit, not far away. Because once she has jammed herself in there, she huffs and blows. I am not sure if she is hoping that if she puffs hard enough the rabbit will shoot out of one of the other holes? That's certainly what it looks like.
The foxgloves are still in bloom and there are places where you have to scramble your way through tall purple groves of them. Down by the lower streams, the yellow monkeyflower is everywhere. It's not a native plant here, so I would guess that someone once dumped some garden waste in the wood and the streams have carried the seeds everywhere. And in between the foxgloves and the monkeyflowers, the white foamy flowers of wild carrot, which I usually call Queen Anne's Lace, but for some reason they looked more carroty today.
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Date: 2017-06-18 03:32 pm (UTC)Rosie paddling? It must be sweltering.
I'm waiting for it to cool down before I take the hairy bear out round the forest.
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Date: 2017-06-18 03:54 pm (UTC)I'll take them out again later when it's cooler, but Rosie was very firm that I was going to be yodelled at All. Day. Long. unless there was some kind of morning walk!
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Date: 2017-06-19 08:46 am (UTC)Max just paces and pants and paces and pants &c. until I give up and take him down the river.
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Date: 2017-06-18 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-19 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-18 05:50 pm (UTC)I thought I saw a racoon in the dark last night. Does that count as nature?
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Date: 2017-06-19 08:54 am (UTC)I am envying your aircon today. We don't have it (well, here it's only every few years that you really need it. But I am very glad that Helga Saab's aircon is one of the bits of her that still works!)
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Date: 2017-06-19 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-19 08:43 pm (UTC)Gumboots on a hot day doesn't seem an ideal combination. England sounds as though it does wild flowers very well