In the immediate aftermath of Storm Amy, I took a few photos of the large purple-flowered geraniums in the rockery. Despite being on the sheltered side of the house for the 24+ hours of 80mph gusts, they had been buffeted by the preliminary south-easterlies before the wind went around to the west for the rest of the performance. I think the vegetation was then caught in a pincer movement as the gusts swirled left and right around the property. I did manage to find one petal which had avoided being swept away to line the kerbs of Stavanger in Norway.
Yesterday, with the winds still gusting in the forties, I took a few more photos to document the garden during this briefest of Autumns. Interestingly, many plants which had been almost completely wind burnt, had the odd flower which appeared totally unscathed.
However, there were a few signs of a traditional Autumn, if only from the Cotoneasters waiting to be planted out. Then, of course, this time of year is also the season when fungi, and the like, are more visible as I spotted some Golden Spindles and then a slime mould.
Sending you all cosy thoughts and jigsaw vibes!
80mph gusts we don't know we're born!
ReplyDeleteOccasionally the north of Scotland experiences those speeds when it's not even a named storm (because it only affects a "few" folk?), but to have those conditions for more than 24 hours was something else.
DeletePoor old garden. Your plants certainly need to be robust in those winds. We’ve escaped anything major so far but there’s plenty of windy months to go! B x
ReplyDeleteHi B, thankfully I can always visit your colourful blog when the weather is too much!
DeleteYou're continuing the Hardy theme, I see, although with those winds no doubt your Darkling Thrush would end up on Stavanger's kerbs along with the geranium petals. I was bemoaning the damage our 50km blasts were doing to our delicate spring blooms but when I read of your gusts being three times that I quickly changed to counting blessings. I hope you have a decent reprieve before the next onslaught.
ReplyDeleteThe poem conjures up an evocative image which reminds me of life further south. We rarely see Song Thrushes in the garden, never a Mistle Thrush, and occasionally Redwings or Fieldfares. The local Blackbirds are quite pleased about this! Funnily enough, this week is looking to be calm and gloomy, so thank phew. I hope your blooms recover from their rude awakening.
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