So here we are. This is astrantia, astrantia major I think. It grows here almost like a weed, self seeding all over the place and making huge plants which muscle other things out of the way. But there is no denying that it is very beautiful, with an odd mixture of delicacy and toughness. This plant is making it difficult to get to the front step but as we only ever use the kitchen door, like most old farmhouses, it doesn't really matter.
Here is another thing we have a lot of: eggs. The hens are laying well now and Ian has made a new nest box which seems to have solved the problem of the eggs being pecked or even completely eaten. He has built a nest box with a false bottom and a slight slope so that the eggs roll gently into a lower compartment with a removable top. We don't know which hen had developed a taste for eggs but it is good not to have to worry about that. As a result we now have loads of eggs again and I have eaten five today, two for breakfast as usual and another three in an omelette for supper. This could be overdoing it! I do love eggs though.
Another picture of abundance: honeysuckle, flowering in the hedges around the garden and by the lane. The scent is wonderful and always stronger when a waft hits you as you walk by than it is if you bury your nose in a flower. I think it must be the cumulative impact of all those flowers which produces the sweet scent, particularly strong on a summer evening.
And here is the reverse of sunshine and perfume, a dark and mossy place where a large oak at the bottom of the hill has got its roots mixed up with rocks and is overhanging the lane. This reminds me of my passion for hiding things in holes like this when I was a child and my brother and I used to play up on the moors. We had a tree in which we used to leave emergency supplies or notes to each other. The emergency supplies were usually eaten before we got to them but the notes survived.
And lastly let's have some home made bread to go with the eggs. A bit random I know but there are my five things for today.