Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Jake has posted some rich autumn colour in his animation for the challenge this week
Here is my entry for autumn
But I don’t think that summer is over yet
There are plenty more of these guys for a start!
Fig leaf or Malabar gourds (Cucurbita Ficifolia Bouche) grown at Rosemoor from seeds planted in May this year.
I’ve posted about Rosemoor before here when I visited in winter for the sculpture exhibition. Being a Royal Horticultural Society garden, it is absolutely beautiful all year round and in late summer they have a ‘hot garden’ with a real wow factor, that my photos don’t really capture. It will give you an idea though and who knows maybe one day you will visit. 
As always click for a bigger view and I’ll be back again soon with some more of the garden.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. I leave the house in the morning and as I walk down the front steps I’m trapped, wrapped up in the finest silk, mobbed by a gang of speckled monsters who to me are giants. They cross a metre of path to stretch their tightrope from plant to tree and back a dozen times and each morning I have to be the first to break through. I grab a section checking that the beast is as far away as possible, too close and they rebound back and in a blink they are up your arm. They clearly think I’m one of them because they head for my hair given half a chance. But how do they make those long ropes? If a spider is three inches wide – believe me these are – then to make a strand across my path they have to leap twelve times their own width, all the time spinning and releasing the strand. Or, perhaps they dangle their way slowly to the ground, spinning on the way and when they reach land they run across it and climb back up the next bush or wall to the opposite side? I know, I know but have you got any better ideas? 
This one was between me and the raspberries, I swear its a conspiracy, someone is plotting to scare me away from my favourite fruit. I have to self administer CBT to pick them. 
and this one was settling in the Rosemary for the night. I know their plans, it can’t be much longer before they want to sleep in my room. They want a warm, dark corner to lurk in until spring and then they will lay their tiny eggs. They will wrap them in a cocoon of white silk, go and die in one of my shoes, and then as soon as its warm enough outside, three million horrid albino spiderlings will emerge. I’ll spend winter in fear. You think I’m crazy, irrational? Well when I was young, I was bitten on the back of my neck by a big, black, hairy spider and ever since I can’t bear the little horrors. I’m not alone am I?
Julia has given us ‘would seven prove to be too much’ and another hundred words to play with for her challenge this week. Will you join in this time? It’s fun and a good way to see how briefly you can tell a story. Try here, http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week-53/ and now for my entry.
Fiacre’s Seven Seeds
‘Will I be able to look after them all?’ Fiacre counted the seeds in his hand.
‘Ah, would seven prove to be too much? That’s the question I asked myself when I was your size’
‘What if they grow too big for my vegetable plot grandfather?
‘Let’s leave your little garden for a moment child, come, look to the east.’ A vast cultivated valley spread a green carpet as far as the boy could see. ‘The great creator gave my grandfathers grandfather seven seeds. Tell me, are these crops too much, too much too feed our people?
‘Grandfather, will seven seeds be enough?’
Bibury is a pretty village in the Cotswolds, the sort of place that is seen as a typical English village by its many visitors from abroad. Travelling through a few weeks ago there were coach loads of Japanese tourists merrily snapping away. On my return journey a few days later it was quieter and I was able to merrily snap, and have been waiting for a reason to show you. I thought I would focus on the growth happening there.
This row of cottages look like they could be swallowed up amongst the dense growth of trees and meadow.
Fruit trees have a good crop bursting with growth and gorgeous roses doing what roses do best in June.
Look how high the river is, it’s no wonder everything is lush and green this year with the amount of rain we’ve had, I’m glad it isn’t just in Devon, Bibury is in the county of Gloucestershire.
Bibury Trout Farm is an attraction open daily where you can try your hand at catching Rainbow or Brown Trout. There is something for everyone and children especially would love the chance to see the fish leap for the food they can throw in. They sell fresh and smoked trout and have a nice café where I stopped for a quick cuppa – so much nicer than a motorway services! There is quite a bit of algal growth on this section of their fifteen acres.
They have beautiful gardens to walk through as well.
This is the Bibury Court Hotel, a Grade 1 listed 16th Century mansion. I haven’t been inside but a friend tells me its divine, having checked the website I believe her, I like the look of their Afternoon Tea, a mere seventeen pounds a head. I imagine that its grounds are a real sanctuary from the visiting hoards outside. I love the dense growth of creeper spreading over its walls, hope it doesn’t have too many creepy crawlies though.
This is a real ‘Chocolate Box’ cottage but I couldn’t get the best photo because too many other people were trying to do the same.
I visited five weeks ago so I think that by now the runner beans, carrots and potatoes have put on a big growth spurt and filled a few tummies. What a pretty veggie patch.
This is my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge with the theme of growth. I hope you have enjoyed it and will visit some of the others here, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/03/weekly-photo-challenge-growth/
Lucid Gypsy 