Flutterby Patch

The kiss of the sun

Can you believe it? Its the first day of autumn tomorrow and sadly in England this year we have had summer in name only. I'm beginning to feel as if I've been asleep for the last few months and somehow missed it. But what joy, today has been gloriously sunny, a real shirt sleeves and garden day. My husband has been mowing grass, sweeping leaves and chopping logs. And me? Well, after an initial enthusiastic flurry of general garden tidying this morning, I threw open all the windows indoors and did a bit of spring cleaning (six months late!)

But now I'm back in the garden. I like to capture it in all its moods so I have just walked around with my camera and would like to share a few pictures with you.

 
Our acer has been this colour for weeks. Isn't it magnificent. It has the canny knack of making it look sunny even when it isn't.

Four very different trees on our lawn. On the left the poplar grows at a rate of knots and loses its leaves earlier than most, probably from exhaustion. We refer to it as the feather duster (hopefully for obvious reasons!) Next to it, the katsura was planted several years ago for its autumn colour and supposed unusual aroma of burnt sugar, but I've yet to smell it. The stately cedar towers over them all. Its going to be real giant. The small tree far right is a liquidambar. This will grow much larger in time but meanwhile we are treated to a glorious display of deep reds and pinks when its leaves change colour each October.

This red dogwood looks better without leaves than with them if that doesn't sound too unkind. The stems remain a wonderful deep red and provide superb winter colour when days are at their darkest. At Christmas it gives me an unlimited supply of festive red for garlands and floral displays.

More red, this time from a rhododendron that is having a 'second flush'. Always welcome at this time of year.

Gorgeous waxy water lilies floating on our pond and today the dragonflies are flitting over the water with amorous intent (or so it appears!)

 
I was rather pleased with myself for capturing this cobweb stretched across a holly bough, glinting in the sunshine.

The wet summer has meant a few jobs in the garden have sadly remained unfinished. This path has been under construction for several months. The spaces between the stone slabs are to be filled with pebbles in a bed of cement. Will it still look like this next spring I ask myself? Probably!

Today this is the last rose of summer, tomorrow it will be the first rose of autumn.

I can't finish this post without adding four lines that have become a firm favourite with garden lovers everywhere. They are part of a longer poem and you will find the complete version in my 'Poems and Wise Words' section.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on earth.

Taken from 'The Lord God planted a garden' by Dorothy Gurney (1858 - 1932). An English poet and hymn writer she also composed 'O Perfect Love' the popular wedding hymn.

Balloons, bears and honey

On this day in 1783, the Montgolfier brothers of France tested their new hot air balloon. The passengers in this first ever 'manned' fight were a sheep, a duck and a rooster. The animal's eight minute journey took them a distance of about 2 miles and all was witnessed by King Louis XVI who was not at all impressed as he was choked by the stench of the dense smoke.

My goodness, what progress we've made in the intervening 225 years, although you wouldn't think so looking at this illustration of Winnie the Pooh. Always a favourite of mine, the story of Winnie the Pooh and the bees was given to me in the late 1950s. I'm pleased to say all four pop-up pictures are still intact. The price was six shillings, just 30p in today's money (that makes me feel old).

Silly old bear, there are much easier ways to acquire honey.

My dad was a beekeeper for many years and the smell of fresh honey transports me straight back to my childhood and my dad bottling the gloriously gooey, golden liquid as it flowed from the extractor.

These days I make it my mission to buy British honey whenever I can but it isn't always easy to track down. Fortunately the small independent supermarket where I shop always stocks a good variety. Yesterday I treated myself to this Scottish heather honey as I hadn't tasted it before. My goodness, is it rich! Heather Hills Farm that produces it is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year and has an attractive web site. I have to say I am tempted by several varieties from overseas that are advertised on the site and like the sound of chestnut tree honey from the wooded hills of France and lime tree honey from Hungary. I notice that the price quoted is about £1.00 cheaper than the retail price but delivery charges are high if you only want one or two jars. If you visit the Heather Hills Farm website be sure to look at the cute beehive candles made from beeswax. Each one has a bear clinging to it. These candles last 50% longer than other candles and at 50p each I think they'd make great gifts (though I don't think I could watch the little wax bears slowly melting).

I can't leave the subject of delicious honey without quoting the last two lines from Rupert Brooke's well known poem 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester'.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

What a wonderful picture that paints

Cottage gardens, fairies and rushy glens

Can you believe it? The sun is shining today and I have been able to get outside and do some of those little jobs around the garden that should have been completed (had the weather been kinder) several weeks ago. Sadly many of the apples in our little orchard have succumbed to the constant wind and rain but I was able to gather a basket of windfalls that I can cook and freeze for use later in the year.

This morning's apple picking episode brought to mind this little water-colour by Helen Allingham, the much loved painter of cottages and cottage gardens in the late Victorian era. The picture above was taken from an old book that I have about the artist that was published in 1903. It contains 80 coloured prints with information about each subject. This book is still available from sellers of antiquarian books.

The book below 'Victorian Flower Gardens' is a more recent publication and readily available. It contains a wealth of coloured pictures and information about many Victorian 'cottage artists'.

Helen Allingham was born Helen Mary Elizabeth Paterson in Derbyshire in 1848. At the age of 17 she became a pupil at the Birmingham School of Design and just a year later was accepted into London's prestigious Royal Academy School. On completing her course she became a much sought after commercial artist and came into contact with many well known artists and writers. One of her greatest friends was Kate Greenaway. In 1874 she married renowned Irish poet William Allingham.

When the Allinghams moved to Sandhill near Whitley in Surrey, Helen began painting the old cottages she found in the area and her portrayals of country life and cottage gardens became much sought after by the Victorians.

 

An abundance of flowers in a summer garden was always a popular subject but so too were such subjects as cutting cabbages from a kitchen garden.

The 'cabbage cutting' picture above is by Helen Allingham, the one below was painted by Myles Birket Foster. He was not only Helen's close neighbour but had been her college tutor in London. Between them these two artists popularised country cottage life and Whitley quickly became a centre for the many artists who were inspired by the cottage theme.

Helen Allingham's husband William was born in Ballyshannon in Co. Donegal, Ireland. Her portrayal of a typical cottage in this remote area can be seen below.

William Allingham's home of Ballyshannon is close to the wild Atlantic on Ireland's west coast. It is a landscape of distant blue mountains, wild windy pastures that are scattered with boulders and tree-hidden glens that contain bubbling brooks. The picture below depicts the nearby coast where a series of arches have been carved in the rock by Atlantic breakers. These arches are known locally as 'The Fairy Bridges' and it is this feature and the surrounding wild countryside that inspired William to write his most famous poem 'The Fairies' which begins, 'Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen...' The full version can be found in my 'Poems and Wise Words' section, meanwhile the first two verses can be found below.

'The Fairy Bridges' near Ballyshannon inspired William Allingham to write his famous poem

 The Fairies 
William Allingham (1824-1889)

Up the airy mountain,
        Down the rushy glen,
    We daren't go a-hunting
        For fear of little men;
    Wee folk, good folk,
        Trooping all together;
    Green jacket, red cap,
        And a white owl's feather!

    Down along the rocky shore
        Some make their home,
    They live on crispy pancakes
        Of yellow tide-foam;
    Some in the reeds
        Of the black mountain lake,
    With frogs for their watch-dogs,
        All night awake.

I confess, I love Helen Allingham's work and that of other artists of that period who painted English country cottages and the peolpe who lived in them over a century ago. Their romantic images do not of course depict the widespread poverty that was found in rural areas at that time but today they are lovely to look at and allow us to fill our heads with dreams of our own rural idyll.

More information about Helen Allingham and illustrations of her many paintings can be found here