Garden

So far this summer the weather hasn't exactly been nice, but since the wife bought that damned hose the garden has had plenty of watering.. Not from the hose, I hasten to add.
Most of the flowers are coming along nicely now but my favourite flower in the garden is a very small wild one called 'Maria Gullsko', which translates roughly as 'Mary's Golden Shoe'. It's a beauty, and my youngest daughter is called Mary, hence the reason I think it's special.

One of our bushes is now fully in bloom, and it actually looks like it's got snow on it.

Here's a close up of the flowers,, there are millions of them....

The other flowers and roses are also starting to look good.

And, as seen in the last picture, the ants are everywhere.

And finally. Nothing to do with the garden, but I had to sneak this picture in somewhere.... An early picture of my wife, when she really was a Peerie Trowie... British readers will know what I mean when  I mention the 'Deardrie Barlow' glasses. ;)

Onywye,
yun's aa fir enoo.

Sometimes a big house is nice.....

Especially when the house is too big to fall through the gap you're trying to cross.....

I love these little guys...

Yun's aa fir enoo.
:D

Recent thoughts and pictures..

Firstly, I never did get round to explaining the 'Guiness Can in the oven', which appeared in my last post. The explanation is quite simple. Some fool had turned the fridge thermostat too low, likely the same fool placed the can of Guiness right next to the back wall of the fridge, likely that fool was me, and yup, it was frozen solid. Nothing more than a small dribble exited the opening of the can when I pulled the ring and attempted to pour the beautiful Irish nectar into a glass... Even after half an hour in the oven with the door open so as not to cookit, it was still a frozen chunk of disappointing.

But, on to happier things. The weather.......  Nope, try again, the weather isn't worth mentioning.
Apart from, possibly, this picture.

 That's the kind of beauty that can be seen about 6am here. Just before the damned rain starts again.. At least our plants are being well watered.

And, while I'm still not mentioning the weather, yesterday saw the worst floods in east Norway for 50 years...
The mountains are wearing what the wife calls their 'summer duvet'. The blanket of cloud which lies down to about 300m

Sometimes the cloud clears and everything looks as though it has been washed clean, even at 5km away.

 I've been desperate lately to get out with my new camera and try for some wildlife shots. But between the showers the best I could get was Jeemie fishing from the pier, which will likely make him wild that I've posted it,

 And a nice little Wagtail prancing through the garden.

 On the wildlife front, there is one point worthy of note. The Swallows have eventually arrived this year, over a month late, compared to last year. The blurred image before the mountain is the only proof I got.

Summer here has many other obvious indicators. Least of which are the increasing numbers of caravans and camper vans which appear every day. These vehicles are a pain in the bum on the road, and personally I feel they should be banned.
But, just every now and then you see something which makes sense of it all... This is what caravaning should be about... Classic equipment, designed for the job, and well worth admiring.

Not much else to say just now. But the wife had a birthday at the end of May and her collection of garden ornaments expanded a little bit. The deer she got last year suddenly found a wife and baby.

 Now, before I go, did I mention the bloody rain which has caused so much trouble in Norway recently?
Well, I'll mention it now. And it's all my fault. You see the wife bought a garden hose, which I was supposed to connect for her. Being a man, I avoided this task as long as I could. Then female pressure was brought to bear one day, and like a fool I did as I was told.
The hose was connected,,,,,,, used once,,,,,,, and it's rained ever since. So here's a pictures of what is responsible for all the flooding in Norway.

Onywye, yun's aa fir enoo.