Only one more week until astronomical spring in the Northern Hemisphere. Let’s see what is blooming; the cherry plum blossom is still clinging to the trees.
The cream primroses have been joined by purple ones.
The lilac buds progress.
The dwarf narcissi in pots are flowering.
However, the big daffodils in the garden are still thinking about it.
The yellow crocus has outlived its purple cousins. It has also avoided being eaten by sparrows, I have been informed that they have a penchant for yellow petals.
The forsythia gets ever more yellow.
The quince is going strong.
Newcomers include grape hyacinths.
The flowering currant.
For those of you who remember the pinnacle of my gardening prowess, the alpine trough, here it is.
The cherry plum tree has started to blossom. It is not yet in its full glory, but with bad weather forecast I thought I ought to capture it while I can.
The snowdrops, quince, primrose and lilac buds are still going, though the crocuses are past their best now. There were some huge bumblebee queens buzzing about the mahonia, sadly they had made themselves scarce by the time I had fetched my camera.
Vernalization – Whereby a prolonged period of cold (winter) induces plants to produce flowers in the spring. It’s all kicking off folks. It starts with the snowdrops.
The lawn has been covered with crocuses for a couple of weeks now.
However, they will only open up if there is sunshine.
I blinked and nearly missed it.
There was even a yellow crocus this year.
Primrose looking prim.
Forsythia having a serious think about flowering.
Quince, looking fancy.
Finally, the lilac is coming into bud.
The weather in the UK this winter has been somewhat variable. I think this might be confusing the winter flowers. Last week the garden snowdrops looked like this:
This morning, not much change. It is as if they pulled back their sepal curtains a crack and said, “Nope. Not coming out.”
The crocuses looked as though they were going to carpet the lawn with purple again this year. However, they seem to have been battered back into the ground by the wind and rain apart from a few still heroically standing.
Oddly the crocuses growing in the cracks in the path seem to be faring better as they caught some snowflakes this morning.You might also like: Early Spring Flowers – Vol1 and Snowdrops and Crocuses
This weekend, 28-30th January, in the UK is the RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch 2017. You can find out more and download a free pack from their website here.
Looming out of the fog is this abandoned old house. Its plaque informs us that it is dated from 1884 and named Clifford Place.
Incidentally, 1884 was the date of the Post Office Protection Act, part of which made it an offence to set fire to post boxes.
“Protection of Post Offices, Postal Packets, and Stamps.
Placing injurious substance in or against letter boxes.
3. A person shall not place or attempt to place in or against any post office letter box any fire, any match, any light, any explosive substance, any dangerous substance, any filth, any noxious or deleterious substance, or any fluid, and shall not commit a nuisance in or against any post office letter box, and shall not do or attempt to do anything likely to injure the box, appurtenances, or contents.
Any person who acts in contravention of this section shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and be liable, on summary conviction, to a fine not exceeding ten pounds, and on conviction on indictment, to imprisonment, with or without hard labour, for a period not exceeding twelve months.”
You have been warned.
Trees, this only really works with deciduous trees. Firstly, the tree by Victoria House.
The horsechestnut tree by the field.
Horse Chestnut Tree with May flowers
The tree in a nearby street. I’m cheating here as the tree does not change, just the sky.
The waning crescent moon appeared to be speared by the branch of this London Plane tree. Perhaps it wanted to add it to its collection of baubles.
Dawn broke on Saturday morning to another delectably frigid, frosty landscape.
It wasn’t so cold that the little stream was prevented from babbling along its way.
The bare trees do make for lovely silhouettes against the wintry sunrise.
January 12th 2017 saw the first full moon of the year, the Full Wolf Moon.
I took my usual blurry images of it as clouds scudded across the night sky.
These high cirrus clouds on a cold night form ice crystals, these refract and relect the sunlight bouncing off the moon. It is these that form the halos that you can see in these photos.
And of course the moon always looks good and spooky when viewed through bare branches blowing in the breeze.
I was rather taken with the way the raindrops sparkled on the succulent in the torchlight.
It’s everybody’s favourite; the field!
Peeking into the field.
The field’s hedgerow and verge.
The Bulmers Cider woodpecker sculpture isn’t subject to the vagaries of the season, but does make a pleasing foreground for the changing skies. Interestingly it started and ended 2016 shrouded in fog.
However, the small copse of trees nearby changes pleasingly with the seasons.
First in the series of photographs of similar scenes throughout 2016; Hereford Cathedral and the River Wye.
The other side of the bridge.
I have always loved blowing bubbles. I had a great excuse to continue buying bubble blowing kits for kids, as my rat pals liked to play with them. Well here’s another great excuse; frozen bubble photography.
I took advantage of another frosty night and blew a couple of bubbles onto the the frozen lawn. The bubble freezes and pretty patterns are created. It seems as if the best results require temperatures of around -15 Celsius. It was probably around -2 C here. Most people in the UK will get very few chances to practice this technique.
I played around with red and white torchlight. Then I got very cold and came indoors and played around with photographic software filters.
Later on the sun rose and the bubble was still there!
Night fell and the bubble, looking rather tatty but with extra frosting, was still in existence.
If you want to try this yourself there is a recipe for bubble mix using water, washing-up liquid and glycerine here. If you want to see the stunningly beautiful results of a professional take a look at this gallery of frozen bubbles here, and there is an interview with the photographer here.
Well I did it. I have completed my personal photographic record of 2016 and added the December gallery to my page 366 Days- 2016 in Photographs.
Typically I chose a year when, for various reasons, I barely set foot out of my own garden. However, putting on my rose tinted specs, it might be interesting to see how the same old scenes changed throughout the year; no doubt the subject of some forthcoming blog posts. I had hoped that this project would improve my photography, but I haven’t really had the time to put the effort into it. It has perhaps changed my mindset so that I now look for a picture, even in everyday mundane things.
This year I shall now only do a blog post if I have a photo or some information that I feel is worth sharing. I hope it won’t be too infrequent! I would like to thank you all for being so kind and supportive of my efforts. I look forward to your blog posts in 2017.
We had another night of freezing fog. The fog was still pretty dense by the morning. Bulmer’s woodpecker was well lit though.
The happy thing about a foggy night when it is very cold is that rime frost is created. The water droplets in fog are very much smaller than rain droplets. When these tiny droplets hit an object that is below freezing, such as a branch of a tree, these droplets release their heat very rapidly. This results in them freezing at high speed and pretty much maintaining their form. These frozen droplets build up on top of each other with air gaps between, this makes them appear white. And so rime frost is formed creating a very pleasing effect upon objects.
The effect is similar to hoar frost; this is formed when the air is humid, but it is a clear freezing night. Glaze frost is created when rain droplets freeze onto objects, being larger they spread before freezing and so form a clear “glaze”. Enough of the science, let’s enjoy the pretty pictures. First of all, some rose hips in the hedgerow.
A rime frosted seed head.
The frozen field.
Some frosty trees.
Some more frosty trees as the sun starts to burn off the fog.
After some unseasonably mild weather, we have had a couple of frosty mornings. This always makes the garden look prettier.
It does seem that my poor apple tree has a case of coral spot. This is a fungal infection caused by the pathogen, Nectria cinnabarina. Apparently it is a sign that the poor tree is already ailing. I fear that neglect followed by amateur pruning has brought it to this sorry state.
Last night the frost rime was even thicker. The cobweb draped frosty seed head of the golden rod looked like something Miss Haversham might have in a vase.
The fallen leaves looked like the Ghosts of Autumn Past.
The holly and laurel berries were given a wintry sugar frosting.
Who doesn’t love a frosty log covered with ivy?
The rose hips were looking good too.
The orb weaving spiders always give good value in a frost, or a dewy morning.
This is what freezing fog looks like in the camera’s flash, similar to a car’s headlights, which is why you must drive so very carefully in it.
I had to work fast to create this representation of a festive robin made from Quality Street, before all of the strawberry creams were eaten!
I bet you are glad I told you what it is meant to be 😉
Who wants to smooch with their favourite Rambling Ratz, under the mistletoe? Please form an orderly queue.
According to Norse legend, Baldur the son of Odin and Frigg was killed by a spear of mistletoe, but then resurrected. Henceforth, a grateful Frigg vowed to kiss anybody she caught strolling under the repentant mistletoe.