Lesser Spotted Woodpecker [Dendrocopos minor] mindre hackspett

Wild Flower Project

I set myself a task this weekend, to photograph and identify as many of the wild flowers that I saw while out walking with Troy. The search for wild flowers leads from the garden gate out into the wild and beautiful countryside of Skåne. I set myself some rules, for what game is without rules – that I wasn’t to go anywhere that I would not normally go on a normal walk with Troy.

 

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wild garlic, allium ursinium

Recipe – Wild Garlic Pesto

This afternoon my kitchen is suffused with the most wonderful smell: it’s of garlic, but fresh and wild. I had left some wild garlic shoots on my chopping board for a few minutes while I boiled a couple of eggs. I’m really wanted to capture that wonderful aroma in a pesto to serve with some cold chicken left over from yesterday and some plain steamed potatoes, which would allow its glorious fragrance and flavour to dominate.

 

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Common Frog, Rana temporaria, Vanlig groda

Glad Påsk

Happy Easter everyone, it’s been a good week here at Alledal. Steph has been on leave, which has been a good thing since I have now officially left the dark side of windows and moved over to a Mac. This will be my first i-mac blog entry. It hasn’t been a painless experience, but it has been a lot easier than a thought and now after almost a week I feel I’m getting to grips with the new PC. Most of the little dramas have been to do with a new install, losing templates etc. I’m a little particular about the way my PC should look and behave.

 

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Class Jaguar

Photo Diary – Early April

The weather has been glorious and Troy and I have been making the most of it. The last few days have been perfect for those wonderful long walks with the dog. We’ve tramped over hill and over dale and followed just about every dusty trail… seriously though it has been a thoroughly enjoyable few days. As always while out with the dog I had my little camera in my pocket an I though I’d share some of the photographs I’ve taken with you.

 

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sunset over Alledal

The North Wind doth blow

The nursery rhyme tells us that ‘The north wind doth blow and we will have snow…’ well as I can attest that is most certainly true. I know nothing of robins though none being available to comment. Another rhyme assures us that ‘March brings breezes loud and shrill…’ again this is true, although we have no daffodils to be stirred as yet.

 

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catkins at Billingemölla

It’s spring, spring, spring.

After a reasonably mild and suitably snowy winter, the signs of springtime and rebirth are being seen across my usually haunts. I have already seen the migratory birds, mainly whooping swans and even the first cranes flying north. The trees are all in bud and the crocuses are peeking through. I am most certainly noticing the few extra minutes of daylight were getting and so are the animals. Even my dress has begun to reflect a return to warmer climes. More often than not now I am hatless – something unthinkable just a few weeks ago – and now it’s just a fleece rather than a down jacket.

 

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sunset at Alledal, Feb-09

Maybe this time.

So it’s the last day of February. The snow has gone and though last night the temperature did dip below freezing it was nothing compared to what we have been getting. I know I tempted fate last time when I claimed that winter was in retreat but this time I really can see the signs of spring. There are snowdrops in the garden and celandine in the hedgerows. This time believe me it’s no longer just in my mind. Spring really is waiting in the wings. The grey and olive drab of winter is about to be cast off on replaced with a veil of vivid green.

 

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pine martin; Martes martes

Good Morning

Greetings everyone on this most exceedingly beautiful morning, a morning on which, if I had the voice I would let loose with song. It’s hard to believe that just a few short weeks ago I would have been sat here writing this in the wintery dark. Now, although it is still kind of dim out there, but I can see the golden glow of Apollo’s fiery chariot waiting in the wings, about to make its entrance. Winter my friends is in retreat.

 

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